No Disaster

The moment when another logic comes and muscles
off the object of fancy: it shoulders us into a 
ditch of benevolent mud, the mud with its happy hug—

the brace position, with its promise
 of meticulous dental recognition,

is filled with this other logic; likewise, the final drop of ink on a final note
shows the working of the premise 
that x minus y equals zero.


The normal logic can’t compute that on these occasions strange things
are sensible; like less time with the family, and more with rainbow fish;
or, being so gently lulled, falling asleep on a mountain.

Comments

[Shari-Lyn McArthur]

This really resonates for me, JTH. Thank you.

[jamesthomashoward]

Thanks. I'm surprised!