Gusts struggle in
Hedges and escape--
Unconscious doesn't
Distinguish
Inside, outside.
What divides the mind
Divides the
Universe, which has
No outside but
Wind drums at
Palings, pots topple
And our back shutters
Bang shut.
Then, something is
Out there but we
Don't know what.
I relate to this as I do the unexpected everyday: "inside, outside./ What divides the mind / Divides the / Universe"
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!
Yes, "something is / Out there but we / Don't know what."
Precisely! For me, this is yet another example of the economy of poetry!
Thanks Willie. Always been fascinated by the unconscious. Never know what's going to wash up. Maybe something beautiful, maybe something --like in Oregon-- you need dynamite for. But a trip to the beach always sounds like fun.
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