No response is adequate,
And this world wants none,
The piercingly blue
Utah sky this afternoon
Makes an ache in me
I want to replace
With a blue poem of bare trees
Whose branches make space.
P.P.S. More Than This
What more I wanted,
I was happy to answer
That I wanted nothing much,
Which led to discontentment.
The next time I ask myself,
I hope that I will answer
Nothing, I want nothing more.
P.P.P.S. The Art of the Long-Winded Aphorism
To command yourself
To not be anxious,
To not dither, as
If each little, least
Decision mattered,
As if decisions
Existed at all,
Is like commanding
Guts to not hunger,
Your heart to not pulse.
Moral: what is absurd to dream of actually accomplishing may yet be worth approximation.
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