WE SKID

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WE SKID

I

                Skid

                                Across

                                                This

                                                                World

We barely                                                              touch

So much is going on

                                                I miss so much

My eyes

                Slide

                                My brain cells

                                                Glide

Too much                                             I slip

                Energy                                   I skid

                                Too much                                             I fool

                                                To see                                    I kid

                                                                What is

                                                                                I guess

                                                                                                I make up

                                                                                                                The rest

Teeming energy

                I cannot see

                                From molecule to galaxy

                                                Attractive magnetism

                                                                Profound gravity

                                                                                Unseen

Flies from you to me

I

                Skid

                                Across

                                                This

                                                                World

We barely                                                              touch

So much is going on

                                                I miss so much

I

                Skid

                                Across

                                                This

                                                                World

We barely                                                              connect

I see                p  a  r  t  i  a  l  l  y

                                                But not what you expect

I hear your words

                I sense your touch

                                I feel the sun

                                                But not too much

                                                                I slide. I skid

I don’t see it all                                    I think. I see

                I don’t know your red                         I understand

                                I miss-see it all                                      Hazily

                                                With the words you said                    

                                                                I slide and skid

                                                                                I think I know

                                                                                                Just one percent

                                                                                                                Of your rainbow

I

                Skid

                                Across

                                                This

                                                                World

We barely                                                                                                                              connect

                                                My senses detect

                                                But what else would you expect?

                                                I miss so much

Opher 6.12.98

Poetry – We Skid

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I wrote this poem because I was aware that with our limited senses and tiny brains (we are but microbes living on the surface of a tiny planet in the midst of a gargantuan universe) we cannot understand a fraction of what is around us.

We have as much hope of understanding the infinite wonders of the universe as a bacteria in a toilet bowl understanding the huge backside that is descending to bring them sustenance.

That should not stop us trying though. I’m amazed we’ve done so well and are so imaginative and inventive. We’ve discovered enough to rid ourselves of much of the superstitious rubbish. We’ve a long way to go.

I like this poem.

WE SKID

I

Skid

Across

This

World

 

We barely                                                              touch

 

So much is going on

 

I miss so much

 

My eyes

Slide

My brain cells

Glide

Too much                                             I slip

Energy                                   I skid

Too much                                             I fool

To see                                    I kid

What is

I guess

I make up

The rest

 

Teeming energy

I cannot see

From molecule to galaxy

Attractive magnetism

Profound gravity

Unseen

Flies from you to me

 

I

Skid

Across

This

World

 

We barely                                                              touch

 

So much is going on

 

I miss so much

I

Skid

Across

This

World

 

We barely                                                              connect

 

I see                p  a  r  t  i  a  l  l  y

 

But not what you expect

 

I hear your words

I sense your touch

I feel the sun

But not too much

I slide. I skid

I don’t see it all                                    I think. I see

I don’t know your red                         I understand

I miss-see it all                                      Hazily

With the words you said

I slide and skid

I think I know

Just one percent

Of your rainbow

 

 

I

Skid

Across

This

World

 

We barely                                                                                                                              connect

 

My senses detect

But what else would you expect?

 

I miss so much

 

Opher 6.12.98