"Le vent se lève! . . . il faut tenter de vivre!"—Paul Valéry, "Le cimetière marin"
Proprioception is the sense of yourself
Relayed by neurons in your muscles, tendons and joints,
Which merging with the evidence of your eyes
And the vestibular noise and signal transmitted by your ears
Creates the world into which you awake
It’s 5 a.m. and I’m a little stiff from weedwacking the “back forty” yesterday,
but a bit of yoga should fix that
In the pantry cupboard I see curry powder, kibbles, and gin,
among many other good things,
And on the radio, out of Salzburg via WTJU, hear played a passacaglia from the Mystery Sonatas of Heinrich Ignaz Biber.
So far, then, all’s OK!
I jot these things down, frivolously judge them a poem
and want immediately to send them to you, unknown hearer
It seems important that you should know them
though they don’t rhyme and any meter’s entirely accidental.
Anyhow, good morning! Καλημέρα!
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