Bisection

November 23, 2020 · by Cate · in Uncategorized · 4 Comments

Do deer exist in the dark?
Or does dawn extrude them
from night’s residual grace?

I assume so much.

Saw me in half;
bid me choose:

the omniscient brain
drained of wonder, or
blind legs that carry me,
tentative and curious,

through palpable air?

Tags: assumption, creative writing, curiosity, illusion, knowledge, mindfulness, poem, poetry, spirituality

4 comments

D'Arcy Fallon · November 23, 2020 - 11:33 am · Reply→

Dang, Cate! Nicely done!

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1. Cate · November 23, 2020 - 1:20 pm · Reply→
  
  Thanks, D’Arce! I would adore seeing your beautiful face over the holidays. I hope you’ll be with loved ones.
  
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Michelle at The Green Study · November 23, 2020 - 7:53 am · Reply→

Lovely phrasing: “night’s residual grace”.

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1. Cate · November 23, 2020 - 8:12 am · Reply→
  
  Thanks, Michelle!
  
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