different strokes for different folks
we share air and space within the world,
yet how the world expresses itself to us
can be in a language that often isn’t even of words,
and, if in words, the structures vary enough to thwart sureness,
I live for words, and, as in this poem,
they are the tools I hope to use to discover and reveal meaning,
I am also drawn to math and its awful clarity,
the structure of relationships that seems abstract
and can feel as if it’s how God underpins everything
with the skeletal framework before and below
the soft sureness of what we see,
and how does an artist, a musician, an athlete perceive the world?
imagine subtleties of color and shape, of nuance and rightness,
of beat and melody, of rightness and discordance,
of movement as one lives life as action:
all such languages reveal what cannot be open fully
to any without the right key,
add to all that how brain chemistry, upbringing, and choices
can sort the world’s possibilities
and orient us in how depressed or hopeful
our take on the moment can be,
our soul strives to know the world,
yet how and what it knows
shapes what the world is to us
and who we know ourselves to be within that shaping.
by Henry H. Walker
October 18, ’13
images courtesy of Google Images
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