The Beam
How things really are we would like to know.
Does time flow,
is it elastic,
or is it atomized in instants
hammered around the clock’s face?
And space,
is it what we find
around us in our place,
or “a symbol, suitably haunted, of the mind?”
The mind? A beam fitfully focused, then
dragged on.
So all material in its ken
is lit,
consistent, tranquil as far as that
visitation lasts. When it
is withdrawn,
when all we think
and know
“goes out” where does it go?
Into a blind
sink?
No.
It must find
and drag into its circle new material for its being.
Moving by mind’s light, which is slow,
mind must move
and warm the groove,
spot particles for another seeing.
