about the meaning
of human existence,
a book you’re reading,
while I listen and watch
a little, nameless bird
tap, tap, tapping on our patio,
hoping to find an errant seed.
We debate the balance between
logic and intuition,
while I bake cornmeal muffins for lunch,
hot, buttery, with crumbs
that stick to our fingers.
Your hand in mine,
we walk beneath a predictable sun.
You say that everything
has some kind of rational structure,
capable of being understood,
while I lean into truth
like sparks of light,
the cherry blossoms lit from within,
pulsing maybe
with meaning.
How many times have people wandered among the cherry blossoms to talk of spring? Read what others have written for the letter "M" and April's A to Z Blogging Challenge HERE.
a book you’re reading,
while I listen and watch
a little, nameless bird
tap, tap, tapping on our patio,
hoping to find an errant seed.
We debate the balance between
logic and intuition,
while I bake cornmeal muffins for lunch,
hot, buttery, with crumbs
that stick to our fingers.
Your hand in mine,
we walk beneath a predictable sun.
You say that everything
has some kind of rational structure,
capable of being understood,
while I lean into truth
like sparks of light,
the cherry blossoms lit from within,
pulsing maybe
with meaning.
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| Woodblock print of Mount Fuji and cherry blossom from 36 Views of Mount Fuji by Hiroshige. |
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