Playing our latest “smart”
Game with my six-year-old
Granddaughter to sharpen
Our powers of observation,
We watch patiently
The dense overhanging jasmine vine
Above and in front of us
As it jettisons
Its white, five-petaled
Flowers one-by-one,
Anxious to see who’s going
To be the first to shout
There it goes! as each star falls
Dumbly to the oh so equally
Dumb and patient ground.
*Attention is the natural prayer of the soul.
Precise, wonderful poem that lives up (as the stars fall down) to Malebranche!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment, John, and for reminding me of Malebranche's line, which kick-started the poem in the first place.
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