Thursday, March 6, 2014


   It’s mind that matters, not the opposite,
   For what comes first is immaterial,
   As quantum science says, and Holy Writ:
   It’s in the spell of words that all things dwell.
        The universe, said Einstein, seems a thought
        From which all things are subsequently wrought.

   The poet, too, participates in this
   Discovering that a poem has a mind,
   A will that keeps the poet from going amiss
   When its and his intentions are aligned:
        If he complies with urges all unsought,
        The poem manifests just as it ought.