A new realm

I finished writing my essay assignment for my eCourse: The Fiction of Relationship about Abbe Prevost’s Manon Lescaut, a tragic story of two young lovers in the 18th century.

I started the next required reading, Jane Eyre, and produced this poem. 



A New Realm

The marble game we played:

throwing the marble inside 

the circle to scatter the others,

gather them again, repeating 

for hours, till the birds 

got tired watching us play 

but flew away content.


We entered a new realm

of what Jane Eyre said,

“we must love something”

and find “a pleasure 

in loving” like a butterfly

entering a garden.




I want to make 

the day less urgent

not retreat from repetitious  tasks:

dusting books and walking to the river

listening to the fishermen

the feel of catch

the experience of one that got away.


I want to create

a space for reflection, 

within the swirls of information,

visions of ultimate concern.


I am sapling

beside the fallen trees

hidden in the forest.


Where are they now?


How does civilization disappear? Theories and books are written on how the Mayan civilization disappeared.

Is Atlantis real?

“It’s a story that captures the imagination,” says James Romm, a professor of classics at Bard College in Annandale, New York. “It’s a great myth. It has a lot of elements that people love to fantasize about.” (http://science.nationalgeographic.com/science/archaeology/atlantis/)

photo: Mrs. Abstract and I visited Chichén Itzá 6 years ago.

Are you romantic?

Nobel Prize winner Kary Mullis dedicated  his book, Dancing Naked in the Mind Field, to his wife, Nancy, wrote:

“Jean Paul Sartre somewhere observed that each of us make our own hell out of the people around us.  Had Jean Paul known Nancy, he may have noted that at least one man, someday might get very lucky, and make his own heaven out of the people around him.  She will be his morning and his evening star, shining with the brightest and softest light in his heaven.  She will be the end of his wanderings, and their love will arouse the daffodils in the spring to follow the crocuses and proceed the irises.  Their faith in one another will be deeper than time and their eternal spirit will be seamless once again.

Or maybe he just would have said,  “If I’d had a woman like that, my books wouldn’t be about despair.”

This book is not about despair.  It’s about a little bit about a lot of things, and if not a single one of them is wet with sadness, it is not due to my lack of depth; it is due to a year of Nancy, and the prospect of never again being without her.  “    

Kary Mullis, “Dancing Naked in the Mind Field” 1998


photo: after entering Scotland

photo: of my wife,Mrs. Abstract,while taking a photo of Westminster Abbey , “a woman like  that”.


I stand alone on the beach

Before the light fades

I stand alone on the beach

my nothingness bared to the elements

I stretch my arms to behold the sea

the immensity of the water that circles the world

the waves that swell with beauty

the fear that enters my heart

when the storm comes


I hold this moment 

a moment of clarity and grandeur



I bow with humility and gratitude

to the great mystery.