CONTRARIETIES

Two blue suns against a smear

Of brushed-on yellow cloud appear

 

When I close my blinded eyes

Against the lilac-orange skies

 

Of sunset in the tropics:

The brain invariably picks 

 

The reverse of what it sees

For its inner memories:

 

An exuberance of growth 

In the jungle creates both

 

Fragrance on the evening breeze

And a hotbed of disease

 

In the rotting forests of the sun:

As global machination

 

Is loose enough to posit

A position and its opposite,

 

Such constant vacillation frees

The world to wave the seas:

 

Believe in visions though we may,

They work as well the other way.

 

August 31st, 2003

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