Observation
Near a Cave
The cave cricket falls onto the path some of the time
and does not know what to do.
The mole rises up for air in the light of day
and loses himself to a world of confusion.
Bend towards the cool shade, the moist underbelly of soil.
Can you not taste it? Can you not know a change in temperature?
In this direction everything bright and yellow, too smooth,
and in that, exactly how you like it, dark and comforting.
Take a break in the measure of things. Let the difference
come into you. Everything will be all right. You will make it to safety.
| Copyright © 2013, 2023 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
Michael, I love this poem. It speaks to me. It is what I need to continue to say to myself as I face this day, and every day left to me. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI am also very attracted to this poem, Michael. It challenges the assumption that light equals enlightenment, and gazes instead into the profundity of darkness. A well-crafted set of contrasts. Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteThank you both for your most thought-provoking compliments.
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