April 2018
Note: I found that although there is no word in English that means, "to write a poem," there is a word for it in German. So, I have titled my poem with the German word, Dichten. I teach African and Asian history and culture at a high school in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, and am very interested in culture, and the ways in which it moves through time and place. My chapbook, Staring Through My Eyes, was published in 2016. More of my poetry can be found at my website: sylviacavanaugh.com
Dichten
To become
as a mathematical
formula
processing things
the mind alone
can’t quite imagine
the absence of time
color of gravity
the sounding out
of visions
in the sonic boom
of asymmetric truth
the Jains of India
say enlightenment
can be attained only
in the human realm
not in the more celestial
environs
imagine
right here on earth
words rising
from worn dirt
and thirst
© 2018 Sylvia Cavanaugh
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