Thursday, February 21, 2013
There is a place where science,
philosophy, religion and poetry
come together. It’s a lonely
intersection high in the mountains
just south of certainty.
If you ever go there you might see God
playing cards with Nietzsche, or Einstein
and Bashō laughing over a cocktail.
I visit more frequently as I get older
and as the absolutes of my youth
rot in their respective junk drawers.
The love I used to hold is now
the shape of air and I’m beginning
to think that I’m a mere 21 grams
When you find yourself
a float on a Stygian waterway
and Charon acts as your guide,
look for me dancing
on the far shore line.
I won’t have any answers
but I’ll damn sure offer you a drink.