inexactitude
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first full day of summer
the solstice
slides around
though it’s our calendars
you know
and the inexact nature
of the world
as is
and maybe as should be
as
you know
the foundation
of everything
our math is built on pi
our philosophy
inexactitude
uncertainty
plussed or minused
into everything
we cannot count
without
knowing there’s less or more
the rings of everything
aren’t worried
about the x and y and
z axes
shall work
in angling somehow
off other
they work
it works
we work
and that is
all we know
and all we really need to know
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who came up with this
uncertainty
some might say
the devil
though I think it was
the Lord
everything
a thing
and everything in motion
all the time
we measure
we presume to stop the thing for
numbers
but the thing keeps moving
everything keeps moving
so what can we know
okay
okay
well
maybe enough
for jazz
here is the formula we made
plus or minus jazz
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the glory
by the way
that jazz is
a syncopated tribute
to creation
in a day
of
twenty-three hours
fifty-six minutes
plus seconds
for change
or the day
of an age
say
the jazz age
or how about
a day
as in the day
of thunder-lizards
or the day
of Arthur
of Morgaine
c l couch
photo by Igor Omilaev on Unsplash
Wishing in Retrograde
(after which the planet does return)
I don’t know
Everything seems stupid
What I’m writing, the images I’m
Looking for to go with it
(my looking, not the image-making)
If an apology will do,
I’m sorry I don’t have something better
And I want everyone to have
A good weekend
A safe weekend
In my nation, we’re expressing a split mind
On the one hand, everything is opening
On the other, the disease is worse than ever
Cases are spiking
Like a medieval mace in a museum
We’re number one for sickness,
Loss of life in the world
Like my state being first
For the worst roads
Is it any wonder
Other lands are barring us?
I wouldn’t want me, either
There are stories of break-ins into Canada
From the USA
Clearly, the wall is put up along the
Wrong direction
Having me think the purpose will be turned
Around, and from everywhere
We won’t be walling others out
But others wanting us walled in
Which isn’t everything, by far
The world is suffering
We should take a chance to help
Maybe our help would be accepted
You know, the WHO
And UN take us back
Maybe after Monday
In January 2021
The world will have us back
C L Couch
Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash
Lord,
I don’t know what I’m doing
I know I often act misdirected
But where is the magic
The spotlight that tells me
I’m in the right place
And on the good way?
Came out of nowhere
I just heard that phrase used to
Sell something
A cliché, but it’s poetic
Really
Out of nowhere, ex nihilo
Philosophy
But isn’t that how you create?
Out of nothing appears
Matter
To set new flesh upon a wound or
Fill a gulley in the desert with
Water unheard-of in the
Season
Out of nothing I was made
The spark in emptiness that fused
A spirit to new cells,
And I am here
Though you’ve always been here
And I can’t say I understand that
How you are in the charges
Of my neurons
And the pulses of my heart
And over Earth
And through the universe of chances
Although I still feel useless
And pathless
For the Gethsemani contemplative
It was enough to know
Random instincts somehow speak to
Providence
That isn’t me
I’m not so smart
Or self-sufficient
Maybe
He wasn’t, either
We both want to know
And what do we find out?
We wander an agnostic landscape
Step toward uncertainty
An answer in a
Moment
And for the next,
Maybe
Will that do?
For us, it has to
And bold enough, if cautious
To go beyond the mortal shell
To tread in a fossil sea
To take a walk on Mars
C L Couch
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