Parallel Postulate (Oranges)

How far must we walk before our parallel lines converge?

They say you can ride a bicycle on the abandoned rail lines
of Patagonia, wheels on one rail and an outrigger on the other,
all the way to Tierra del Fuego.

                                                          You know parallel lines
don’t meet in the Euclidean plane, but we live on a sphere
where the meridians cross twice, at the poles, so all things
are joined,

                     like sections of an orange, beneath the skin,
at the point of the navel, around the axis of desire.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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8 Responses to Parallel Postulate (Oranges)

  1. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    I love how you take something simple, objects and ideas that aren’t even related, and weave them together so that I am left wondering how I never saw the connection before.

  2. warmginger says:

    Your poetry always gives me so much to think about. I’m still digesting the joyful abundance of snow from a few days ago!

  3. Pingback: can we blame the distance « whimsy~mimsy

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