Canto CCXV

There’s hardly any space left in the womb,
you cannot leap about like you once did,
the outside world is pressing against you.

The self could be a kind of womb, we’re hid
behind our eyes, somewhere between the ears.
Some say the world we know is created

within the spongy brain, though it appears
the brain is also what has been observed,
no scalpel or scanner can uncover

the sounds and colours of our private worlds.
Or perhaps not … maybe that bright red light
is “out there”, even though the rainbow’s curve

is a pact between rainfall, sun and eye?
I pledge to learn, to watch you as you grow
as the world collides with your sapling mind,

reminding me of what I’ll never know.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Apr 04, 2012 @ 00:30:50

    It’s noticeable how fluid your poetry becomes when you are talking to Rosy.

    I wonder if our perception of everything is slightly different…is nothing itself, only what we perceive it to be. Logic dictates this cannot be.


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