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Thursday, January 26, 2023

Enigma

It. It? What is it at the source?

We can’t know it by stealth or force


Or guess at its speed or course.

Like one word buried in a book


(Moving like a trout in a brook

That will not rise to the eye,


That will not rise to the fly),

Read once and lost between covers,


It stymies the question — hovers

Just beyond comprehension,


Beyond time and dimension.

It depends on what you know


Less than water needs wind for snow

Or an arrow a broken bow.