Let’s
Not Talk About the Spirit
Let’s not talk about
the spirit. Don’t tell me how
the sun in evening paints the sky in shades of death
and I won’t mention the eared grebes at St. Ambrose
dancing on water necks becoming caduceus. Don’t tell me
about the time you lay on the dew-flecked grass at midnight
when the sky became your cinema red green blue
lights rippling across horizons illuminating nebulae.
No, lets not talk about the spirit. We are beyond that, we
the sons and daughters of Descartes, we who calculate and deduce,
create and destroy theories all in an attempt to understand
and yet we do not understand beauty, we fear
the enlightened forest at the edge of town.
By John Cunningham
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