Scaring the Sh*t Out of Myself. - Lately I've become something of a fetishistic consumer of true crime. Yeah, I used that phrase. It started with Serial, Season One. It continued with the...
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I am back to Hass, who says this morning that,
It must be a gift of evolution that humans
Can't sustain wonder. We'd never have gotten up
From our knees if we could.
And I am with Bob on this as "Wonder" has
always been a wonder of mine. It stamped itself
known and unknown on me since before I heard
Aristotle posit that "philosophy begins in wonder."
As I sit with the taste of coffee strong on my lips and tongue
I overhear a conversation between a clock here in the room
and a morning chorus of birds chatting up the sunlight.
Clock and birds are incessant cacklers and I wonder
how long they've been having this talk and
who will grow silent first