June 26, '13

                                       'What If ' I Refuse...

       I think you thought I would reject the topic -
      Well I might -  well I might -
      But if inclined to the philosophic,
      I would say providence gave me an opening to write.
      I sought after class and the city's noise,
      The hushed quiet of a library -
      There I sat an hour immersed in poetry -
      Seeing mountains and  the windhover's exquisite poise.
      What if you could bodily enter the place a poem conveys -
      Be in Frost's woods on a snowy evening,
      Or in the garden at Amherst on a summer's day -
      Would your inner self be transformed on leaving?
      A poem is a breathtaking event in language -
                                               not the limning of a place -
      Besides  -  where your mind is  -   is where
                                               you actually are in space.