by Kevin T McEneaney
Just as physicists play with duration,
light, and the vast concept of space itself,
so do poets when they are most sober
gazing into the heart of who we are
with our warts, black holes, and time-traveling
to different episodes in our lives
when logic fails to account for results.
We all would prefer logic in our lives,
yet we are left dealing with poetry
whose cloak of metaphor and mystery
offers sudden catharsis or laughter
when we find ourselves lost in the cosmos,
not sure if our feet can tread on hard ground
or open our eyes to face the darkness….
