Reductio Ad Absurdum

A drowning man
can scarcely be relied upon
to map the shape of the shoreline.

But mountains
that look smooth from afar
will not, up close, have broad ledges

And easy holds
to mantle, where faces lined
from afar will be etched with small cracks, too,

As it is
with people, and so the poets
content themselves with odes to roses and onions

And reduce
their stories to a single driveway
of snow melting in the rain, with mud revealed.

Xenophanes said of Homer
that his attribution of human faults
to gods was an extension of the belief in gods

With human form,
but if horses and oxen could draw,
surely they would draw gods with horse and oxen bodies.

And I attribute
my same lust and longing and sadness
to you as if pain were a universal currency, and love.

And would you pardon
my redundancy if I were to say
it was a sad and rainy spring day?

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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3 Responses to Reductio Ad Absurdum

  1. shrinksarentcheap says:

    soft and lovely profundities

  2. DD says:

    oh G-d, this hit me profoundly today! and makes me feel strangely content in my humanity…

  3. Oh, wow, Ray. This is POETRY!

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