Okay, today I'm the teacher. This is related to all energy. Watch the horse's eye flutter just above the buckle on the headstall. See, it is an attempt to resolve the conflict out of which all beauty and glory come flying like birds. Everything comes down to the inexact position from which things are measured. Peck and pint. Day and decade. The curbing and the explosion. Center and edge. Flux vortex reflex solar cycle. A train on a track running late. Think of maps and miles, think of gravity. Even crutches propped under performers after war to keep them from falling out of their own exhausted bodies are first measured to fit. Gravity can be measured precisely. Think of a nun in the prayer position. She is in conflict with gravity. Conflict can be measured precisely. This is as close as we can get. And this is as close as we need to be. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT CHRIST IN FLANDERS by LUCY WHITMELL |