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Aporia & Inevitabilities

by Len Sousa

[ poetry - december 06 ]

Aporia

There have been limits to what we've seen, of course.
Eyes only stretch as far as distance allows before features
start to flow together, flattening what seems so tangible.

We can never know each of the odd shapes at the end
of vision or attempt to answer for what others may
make of them. We can only say that cartographers, too,

have limits. Islands which appear with the dash of a pen
and dozens more that sink into the quickly-painted sea.
Who accounts for these accidents? Testimonies misheard;

intentions misplaced. The troubled translator navigating
in a squall of spilled ink and fallible memory; enduring
those constant tugs at the inner ear - reminders of every

impending error. Still, standing at our bows, we gaze on
these distant isles and insist on squinting; desperate
to see each wave breaking from shore to breathless shore.

 

Inevitabilities

Yes, in some spots - even here -
The sun sits pitted against the sky.
Yet it's just a day like any other.

At night, the moon might hover
With a strangely disappointed eye.
Yes, in some spots - even here -

The wind flies only to deliver
A cold and unexpected sigh.
Yet it's just a day like any other.

Each wave breaking on the shore
Seems to surge and question why.
Yes, in some spots - even here

Dogs stop searching for their master
To sleep wherever it may be dry.
Yet it's just a day like any other.

Some wonder what has taken over
Though there's never a clear reply.
Yes, in some spots - even here.
Yet it's just a day like any other.