The Sense of Things


So many things came together that day:
it’s as if one could scry the sky,

foretell danger in the bushes:
cold claws advancing past one’s throat,

the bob-cat flashing; the red-tailed hawk
circling above: the hooded mouse,

scampering; the ant-bound mound
and armadillo snout, sucking; how tell

the soldier in his last moment, stay;
bring the child out of harms way:

the father lifting the cell-phone
too late (the bus that slays

the sun); fragments of life undone,
each knowing moment cast down,

unresolved, lost: – a look, bring back
from out that brink, distill its essence:

………….the sense of things.

– Steven Craig Hickman ©2015 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.

One thought on “The Sense of Things

  1. Bataille would be proud. Spencer Shaw, Deleuze and film consciousness, the whole works; where have you been all my life? Instead, no, forget the mediums, they aren’t interesting enough for you perhaps. But they are real, so…………

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