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Uncertainty Principle
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God,
We have the day
And I’m thankful
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Things must make
You thankful, too
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Not surprises, I suppose
Though in Christ
It’s said that you are human
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So maybe you can
Be taken in
By something that we choose
To say or do
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Free will
Would be really free
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Photo by Katie Gerrard on Unsplash
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While in Mariana’s Grange
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Hello, day
It’s been a night of wakefulness
Then I drifted off
Onto waters of forgetfulness
Except for dreams
That now I’m here
I am forgetting, too
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But here’s remembrance:
I’m waking up
To what I left
And whom
There is no ignorance
Everything returns
I must learn again
How to contain
In flesh
Everything I bear
And had left
Only for a while
For angels lifting up
And demons bearing down
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Mariana in the Moated Grange
John Everett Millais
painting dated 1851
the image is in the Public Domain
the painting hangs in the Tate in London
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Too Good a Day
(not really)
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Blue and green
And black and brown,
All in their places
It’s a grand day—
Pretty as a picture,
Some might say,
Though I think it goes
The other way around;
The dust-bunnies
Could come out
To play except that
I would see them,
Which is the drawback:
The sun is good upon
The rugs, and I can see
Everything I should
Be picking up
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Photo by Mathew Schwartz on Unsplash
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Mischief Day
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So far, it’s been
A disorienting day
When I just miss the counter’s edge
Or don’t
When I spill something
Then spill it again
When I can’t keep a lock
Out of my eye
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I imagine I’ll be stubbing toes
Missing the finale
Locating many things
But what I need
Tomorrow will be Hallowe’en
Maybe the veils are thinning out already
And someone let
The imps through first
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When we grew up, there was Devil’s Night, the night before Hallowe’en. I understand it’s Mischief Night as well.
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(x = space)
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Antiphon
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I hope it’s
A good day
You might be at dawn or
Well into tomorrow,
However the sun
And moon
Are moving
One place or another
On the world
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Our count of day
Is relative,
While the actual
Ebb and flow
Of tides and
Of day and night
Move in
Real relationship
Without
Our measure—that’s
The way it is
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And it is good
As I’m hoping for
Your day
To be
Or, in the uncounting
Time of Genesis,
Become
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Groume – Le Cadran de Dalí, uploaded by Paris 17, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=23114485
Cadran solaire de Salvador Dalí sur la façade d’un immeuble de la rue Saint-Jacques, réalisé pour des amis qui y habitaient.
(sundial by Dali)
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Night Is Gracious
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I can’t think of what
I deserve
Because I deserve nothing
Too well I understand
(with Protestants)
The wages of sin,
Not
Because I’m criminal but
Because I’m sinful,
Maybe in the way
Of all who’ve sinned and so
Deserve extinction
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But sinful state and actions
Might be
A prelude unto grace—and so
Some say there must
Be evil on the way,
And I wonder
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They don’t really go by halves,
And shadows are not evil
Evil isn’t natural
Though insistent
And when we think
The evil life is
Shadow life—they don’t combine,
Not really
Decide what you will
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Let evil sublimate for now
But shadows can delight
At night
Or teaching about night
In day
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In daylight we’ll have Parousia,
I suppose
Thought at night perhaps
We’ll celebrate,
Then rest
The rest we should have had
In Eden,
Now a rest
For all to merge
To bathe of goodness,
Leaving all distinct
Forever
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Each one a player and a part
(not the player without
an upstart part,
as Jaques laments
an irony of stasis)
In everything revealed
By light, by shade
All shades of existence
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Under the sun
(evil abrogated)
While always under stars
Belonging to night,
Where we also
Always
All belong
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Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash
Wisconsin State Fair Park Exposition Center, West Allis, United States
Taken from the Sky Lift at the WI State Fair, August 2017
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Wishing, and There’s a Horse
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It’s as if
The lower clouds
Muffle the sounds we make
Below
I don’t know if that’s the physics of it
Or simply a sensation
Only on the inside
A guess and a conclusion,
Based on wishful thinking
I hope it’s a good day for you
You deserve it
And it’s time
Because for now
(barring time travel
like the stories’)
Everything is forward,
And I want a forward day for you
Where is
All the opportunity
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Photo by Annika Treial on Unsplash
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The Tell
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Another dark day
Good for hiding dust
No doubt the motes are flying, still
Informing the dust bunnies
Where to warren
Why not dust cats or
Dust crocodiles, I do not know
But we may delight
In invisible inhabitants,
All the same
The pixies that our cultures tell us
Do and don’t exist
The magic inside
Each of our stories, especially
Once shared
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Pull up some chairs, the four of us
Let’s play some cards
And, please, let’s talk
It isn’t tourney play, you know
Let’s show something of
Ourselves besides
The tells
We don’t think we have
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photo by The New York Public Library on Unsplash
playing cards in a bar-room near Reserve, Louisiana
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Halcyon
It’s a beautiful day
Sometimes, I guess, that’s it
Outside
Everything allies to make it
Grand
Bright blue sky, punctuated with
Big balls of cloud
Yellow light is playing on
Green branches
The brown trunks look gussied up
For square dancing
With their partners
Once the night has fallen
And there are no humans watching
James Weldon Johnson might approve
It’s a day for Aesop
Or for Tolkien
Mary Oliver
Or Gerald May
Or anyone who has a porch
With chairs and a pitcher
Of the family favorite
(we won’t judge)
At night in June
There should be fireflies
And we’re allowed to watch them dance
While other things are secret
(see above)
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Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash
Adelhausen, Rheinfelden (Baden), Germany
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