THE GAME OF LIFE

INTERLUDE

Alone for several hours,
all spent
on a winter’s morning.
The wish has always been
to sit before the fire
reading excerpts from
Bergson, Unamuno, Machado,
Neitzche, Sartre,
Teilhard de Chardin, Heidegger, and Fromm.
It is to sense one’s self bathing
in the warmth of a honeycomb,
everything sticking to everything,
me to me,
only me,
all me …
and You!

From Iris and Other Things: A Collection, Don Davison

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