Tuesday, May 26, 2009

the shadow that everything casts

Three years ago, in the afternoons,
I used to sit back here and try
To answer the simple arithmetic of my life,
But never could figure it—
This object and that object
Never contained the landscape
nor all of its implications,
This tree and that shrub
Never completely satisfied the sum or quotient
I took from or carried to,
nor do they do so now,
Though I'm back here again, looking to calculate,
Looking to see what adds up.

Everything comes from something,
only something comes from nothing,
Lao Tzu says, more or less.
Eminently sensible, I say...
But one and one make nothing, he adds,
endless and everywhere,
The shadow that everything casts.

"Sitting Outside at the End of Autumn," Charles Wright

[Chicago Avenue east of Damen Avenue]

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