Poem published in Fearless

page 8 of the newest issue

Fearless Poetry ‘zine # 67

Reality of flesh and chair

Patterns of organic energy on a sub-atomic level

not ruled by cause and effect-

by looking we change the outcome.

Change is inherent in observing.  The closer

we look the less precise we become.

Light bumps against flesh, moves backward

to mark where flesh was.

I try to define the reality of flesh and chairs,

become distracted by the buzz and bounce.

Newtonian physics.  Einstein’s theories on relativity.

The more we try to comprehend the less they have meaning.

The theory of everything implies that we don’t exist.

The chair is new today but the wood is ancient.

Light bounces from tree to retina and I say chair,

but chair is nothing more than an artificial construct,

an approximation of a limited mind’s effort to name a reality

seeming to exist.  Our orbits exceed experience of finite flesh.

By merely looking I have changed chair.

A non-existent mover makes me think tree.

I am lost in a forest of holes that leads me nowhere.

Out of nothing, everything.

Out of dying flesh, I find never ending,

the most vast nothing,

free of who I was.

Free of flesh.

Free of table.

Free of chair.

Free of words