September 14, 2005
It is a fine line between
living with one’s head in the clouds
and flying away completely.
It takes a poet to navigate that finitude,
though sometimes it may take a logician
to rectify a poet-gone-bad…
Only he (the logician) can calculate
the distance she (the poet) has gone
in going mad-
the poet simply doesn’t care.
She’s longing more and more with
every passing day to get her
“mind into the heavens,”*
and if she loses touch with the earth
beneath her feet, that’s fine.
She’ll return to the jetty in time.
Between now and then,
she’ll float easily on the
waters of Infinity
while her ground-bound partner
measures out the distance from
this side of eternity
to the other.
* From G.K. Chesterton’s “Orthodoxy.”