Poetry by Bryan Marx
Lear
The Mobius strip twists back in
on its plane - then turns as it rises -
and turns as it falls -
on the journey to infinity.
When made of scotch tape
it is hard to know
where the sticky side is
and if one is not careful
it is easy for one to stick to
and crimp the geometry when
trying to grasp it.
I have often felt my life
to be
like this: fluid geometry
alterable with each minute decision -
turning, twisting
spiral gymnastic me; being, sometimes
the smooth resilient washable -
then suddenly the sticky face
never knowing for certain
where the change will take place
as I attempt to manipulate life
And hope that what I think
seems clear has not fooled me.
Untitled
We have to care
We have to talk to one another about caring
We need to learn how to talk about caring
We need to learn how to care
We need to learn how to talk to one another about how to learn to talk about care
We must learn to listen to learn to care
All this is difficult.