Weathered Root Pattern 11

Art by Norman E. Masters
from a photo by Gamaliel Masters


Poetry is the knothole
Through which the inner being
Is forced to shape itself when it wants sun.
Held back with only air for eyeball
Until the time is ripe
Until what is has worked into what might be
Could have been or would rather be,
Scorched or scrubbed by feeling or seeing
It wriggles through the knothole
Skips and teases for those who see
To understand, if they can.

New Mexico 1972
M. Reynolds

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