Thinking

The Thinker as Poet

Aus der Erfahrung des Denkens

—Martin Heidegger

How like a           whisper the wind
engaging the cup of my ear.

How like a shout       these echoing
passages filter northwest to southeast.

How like a growl      the rustling leaves request
channel from shadows to true

existence.

How like a thought      disappearing
into thin air       these pages ruffling beneath
my pen       beneath a passing sun
beneath the loud, enchanting

chimes of Sunday in spring.

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This poem appears in Four Blue Eggs, published by Homebound Publications in 2014. Make your purchase of the full collection here.

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