Philosophical Instruments

[Back porch Norma photo]

Lenses, table-top pots
Stop instants.
Senses trimmed in retorts
Decant, tease
An essence out of light,
A cosmos out of night.
You'd think a
Mind that spans
All time would
Not change suddenly,
Impose what
Could be upon what
Was but sometimes that's
All it does.

Two Continua

[Norma photo]


Toddler learns the
Search for happiness
Begins with a study
Of gravity, later, a
Study of light.
At this confluence
Both forces
Propagate at the
Same speed.

On Nine-Pound Iron Balls

[Norma photo]
Few subjects receive less
Coverage in garden journals
Than cannonballs found in
Violet beds.

Phonetically, they are similar
To violence, which produces
Cannonballs while violets
Seldom do.

I give them to Norma, who
Paints them yellow and
Returns them to their
Little nests.

Whether this is a test,
Transformation or task
Eternal, it ought to be in
A journal.