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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Mephisto who wrote (123)	11/19/1998 12:39:00 PM
From: Robert Douglas Hickey	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1582

The World is Full of Mystery, and Wonder The force that drives the green fuse of a flower the force that orders my atoms in such fashion that I am blessed with consciousness the force that turns ancient cosmic wheels. Are these forces one, or many? Walking in late spring along a country path to enter a meadow strewn with dead leaves. Dead leaves in May? Passing through them, the leaves rise up in a great cloud, dead brown surface mutating to sky blue iridescence beneath: thousands of fluttering butterflies disturbed in their ritual. Sitting crosslegged at a cliffedge in October still for many morning minutes, grokking weather patterns, feeling the unseasonable sun warming the rocks. From the corner of an eye movement a slithering suddenly snakes are everywhere, come forth from a cliffedge viperpit for a last taste of summer. Rubber boas, garters, rattlesnakes willing to share the sun's bounty but timid, slipping back into cracks at the wave of a hand. What to make of week when every time, standing beneath a tree, sitting on a porch a look up reveals a fat black body with scarlet hourglass, a black widow spider dangling by a thread overhead? And how did the labourious removal of iron from an aspen-ringed fairy glade lead to the spontaneous uprising of millions of mushrooms? To ponder is to wonder to ponder more closely, and longer is to grow the wonder. Ignorance growing greater with greater knowledge and experience. Robert Douglas Hickey