This is a fresh poem, composed the other night, the night before my last philosophical theology tutorial (and the night before my second-to-last philosophy essay was due). Enjoy!
Philosophical Inquiry
I just want to know how
you are doing, my love—
how time, a distant relative,
has sketched your face
in lines and circles,
how you see the world
when your eyes are shut
and you are sleeping,
consciousness only memory,
or how you fill space
with your body, moving
past wholes and halves
of steps towards me,
this moment a justified belief.
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2 comments:
I would definitely buy a book of your poetry. Don't be surprised if we meet again and I have this framed somewhere in my house.
I hope we do meet again, Laurel!
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