Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Choosing Home

The ten thousand things
rise, float and fall
like the glass globs 
of a Galileo thermometer.
Math is not one plus one
but how the dazzled light from one,
or its morgue shadow,
falls on another.
Where should we live?
What should we do with our lives?
We're adults and so the bulbs
are constantly shifting clutter.
I ask him, a child,
and his answer is instant,
ten thousand percent.
But why, I press him.
He absolutely has no answer to this,
but I can see his soul rise like a ghost
and with relief
sit down in the chair 
at his centre.