It's as if someone turned on the light,
and you awoke,
and the book you were reading before you fell asleep
fell off the bed, and you lost your place,
and now the image is running down the street,
broadcasting your dreams.
The fundamental theorem of incompleteness
out the window, yes?
No need to re-do the math,
to revise the derivative. No need
to walk single file along the path through the trees.
These small victories have staying power.
These small victories are the real deal.
Pick one of those days when the sun
peeks through the clouds
and people are chattering as if it mattered
because it does.
One of those days when the bends are out of earshot
and Little Miss Muffet is at the bus stop,
with curds and whey, waiting.
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| Robert Frank |