not exactly penguin weather

and -well, wowzers - yet another unsolicited poem .....from 1987

NOT quite as hot today. still rather uncomfortable, but only in the lower 90's ... not exactly penguin weather for certain.



MEDITATION

Aristotle sits before the voids, contemplating ever minute detail presented.
i ask him of significance.
He tells me to shut-up and appreciate the spectacle.

i am the wind through the darkest tree tops when the night is uncomfortably warm.
i am the whispers you never share.
i am Jesus, if you desire it.

Aristotle sits before the unknown, defining it.
He tells me of logic and rhetoric.
i believe they are the very details of duty and obligation.

In the papers are the travesties of war, glorified.
In the papers are ...
i avoid the papers.
Rather i sit before the swirling of clouds being formed in the stratosphere.
There i examine the finite details of beauty all about your immaculate heart.