Who knows
what key today will
unlock the magic door
– that unseeing of the naked
eye containing the day’s mystery –
just a wrinkle in time – the tesseract
in which the portal of imagination
magically opens us to reality
to know as we are known
to see as we are seen
in a glass darkly

“the heron, unseen for weeks, came flying
widewinged toward me, settled
just offshore on his post,
took up his vigil.
                                   If you ask
why this cleared a fog from my spirit,
I have no answer.” ~ Denise Levertov


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to Tesseract

  1. a fine sci-fi read by L’Engle

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Maureen says:

    I had to rush for my dictionary…

    Liked by 1 person

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