Monday, January 19, 2009

OPTICS, METEOROLOGY, AND GEOMETRY



OPTICS, METEOROLOGY, AND GEOMETRY


I accept nothing
as true

I carry my thoughts
a long way

I divide up the difficulties

I leave nothing
out

unless it
recognizes me

I avoid the rain

I try to love the snow’s blank stare

5 comments:

Eccentric Scholar said...

Love that final line!

gary barwin said...

Thanks.

I also try to love my students' blank stare.

The Storialist said...
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The Storialist said...

This is lovely...

I wanted to say that I absolutely loved your "Elegy for a Poodle" in the recent issue of Geist. Stunning! It resonated so much with me...(the wanting to make the everyday sacred through writing, the heartache and sweetness of living with pets, Jewish funeral traditions).

gary barwin said...

Storialist,

Thanks very much. I'm really glad that "Elegy for a Poodle" connected with you. It's really great of you to write.

And now, I have to perform the sacred duty of rushing my kids off to school and scrambling in to work. I wonder if high priests have to do this. "Hurry up, or I'll be late for the sacrifice..."