There is not a lot to say about this except that I ‘ve been struggling with a lack of poetic inspiration for a few months, possibly because a stack of other things have been happening in my life. There is no doubt, however, that this sort of writing makes me feel better and, hopefully, has a similar effect on someone, somewhere, out there in digital space.
Variations of Infinity
We stand by the strand to count grains of sand
That trickle down our outstretched hand
The more we know, the less we understand
Of the variations of infinity
For, as fast as we may their quantity measure
Oceans produce them, at their leisure
Providing paddlers with some passing pleasure
Defying dubious links to divinity
We try to number the leaves from trees
That flutter in autumnal breeze
Which every wandering walker sees
Their movement makes them uncountable
We dawdle, dreaming, down country lane
Where acorns flood the floor again
Dear debris blocking ditch and drain
Their summation, a task unsurmountable
How many points are on a line?
Or blades of grass where ruminants dine?
Or pinecones in a forest of pine?
Or all beings that have given birth?
Though rationale exists, comprehension may fail us
Infinities of things just seem to assail us
Unanswered questions that from certainty derail us
For we are mere humans on Earth