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.

1 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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