Tabula Rasa
You speak as if to remember;
as if wondering how words escape
through tiny cracks – I track them
down and revel in the thought.
And what of the light switch
that is somehow jammed;
neither off nor on, but stuck
unwittingly in-between,
picking fights with the fuse box.
That is how these things are.
This is how I learn to live with
the difference between
understanding and feeling;
how one is seldom
synonymous with the other.
I too have looked beyond
that which is visible
to a disbelieving eye,
looked for ways to build
my house on solid ground
without fear of darkness.
Finding a home for fugitive
words vexes me; the aftermath
is mostly squinting
through a dispassionate eye
at details – blinded by snow.
©️ Orion Foote
Visions of Orion Poetry 