Meeting The Day
Wondering sometime about time and space
the sages would make a world of Lego:
they couldn't make a man of Lego, nor an ant.
It was the vastness of the range
from atoms to interstellar wastes
that oppressed their feeling.
They would conceive by wit
a more economical design,
a step closer to the quintessence.
And all their cousins, in the aftermath:
what pattern to follow, whose word to trust?
Rise from bowers of love and meet this day.
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Thu 6th May 2021 12:13
A surreal but interesting read.
And just enough gaps to thread our own meaning through?
I think I know what this poem means, but I could be wrong.