Day: August 20, 2016

(Poem #41 on new numbering scheme)

Perhaps the ground has dried out too much.
The last rain was a while ago.
So the worm started a trip
across the vast sidewalk,
its goal uncertain.
The sun's so hot.
It wriggles;
going
east.

– a nonnet
[daily log: walking, 1km]

(Poem #40 on new numbering scheme)

Some say the world is a living thing;
Or that it's a clockwork machine.
But I don't see it that way.
Instead, recursively,
the world gives a proof
of the theorem
that says that
we are
here.

– a nonnet