The Life Of The Mind.

• Author: Fiser, Karen
• Position: Poem - Brief Article

It might be a blessing, lying here, learning to see the light in these trees. Learning to love even more what slips away-- philosophy, Latin, faces caressed by thought, an early Kandinsky of a rider in a nightwood. Here is the problem: how to live on, muddled and ignominious, awaiting the return of clarity, remembering how it felt to think on your feet, to get it right, the ball hitting the fat of the bat. In dreams you still carry the person you were, the way we carry places, expecting to see them the first seconds we're awake. Now you study the light in the trees, the bird's call like a rusty gate, silvered night...