By
JD DeHart
Peripheral
Amazement, I am sure, resides
just at the corner of the eye.
I heard the fable once of a traveler
who went dune over dune, finally
giving up just one dune short
of paradise. I’m not sure if that fits,
or if that’s true, but I know that my
feet grow tired sometimes. I know
that it can feel like I have blinders
on, that I’m spinning, that one
moment is the sky’s lavish belly
and the next moment is a pit next
to a growling dog.
But I still try to take in the view.
Phenomenon
What is the flesh of the world,
what is the experience that we so
longingly desire to live, and in what
ways do we find its true meaning –
all questions, and more questions
rise out of them, like buds on a plant,
heavily watered with pieces
of answers, shreds of truth, ripped
apart and planted, perfect fertilizer,
the cycle that researchers run.
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