A Kind of Cross

A Kind of Cross

 

A Poem Written Over a Period

Of Fifty Highly Passionate

And Often Amusing Years

 

-U-

 

We have become a kind of cross:

An intersection comprised of extremes -

 

But to just sit here is to languish

On behalf of existential ennui,

 

While to venture further is to agitate

On behalf of the repetitively absurd

 

Yet, a perfect cross

May be extended

 

Over a perfect sphere -

 

And although its lines will for awhile

Move farther and farther apart,

 

They will intersect again �"

 

And again, and again

 

In exactly the same place

As long as they continue

 

To extend.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Interesting take here. We are caught between immobility and extension. Of course, if the only reality is now, all that would seem to be negated.