Philosophy in loins
My letters, these days, step
at times not in terrain
I've been -
barefoot, plain
they point
almost away from poetry -
take a train of thought
beyond space-time,
capsuled into stillness
- like a liner on the horizon,
suspended on eternity's curve,
steadily joins the dots
plotting her journey
into wisdom's harbour:
where brown and blue eyes meet
by a philosophy in loins
of sky and earth
and all the forms of water -
wild, and sweetly bowered.
- Silke Heiss, October 2018
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