Meeting The Day


Wondering sometime about time and space
the sages would make a world of
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.

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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.

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