A Matter of Degree

Helen J Young  oxfordshire artweeks.com

Helen J Young
oxfordshire artweeks.com

The Yellow Dog’s
water`dish on the deck
has gone fountain to glacier
how he does not know
A matter of degree

A matter of degree
separates nothing’s no
from yes’s infinite potential
a degree of temperature
or of temperament

The Yellow Dog
circles only to return
to what he knows as water
testing the fountain
tasting the glacier

`Til with one paw
he steps upon the ice
with one degree of weight
The glacier of his no
shatters into yes

“i thank you God for most this amazing day
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any — lifted from the no
of all nothing — human merely being
doubt unimaginable you?” ~ e.e. cummings

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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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4 Responses to A Matter of Degree

  1. “yes” holds all the power of humanity

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  2. It’s the art of possibility vs. the world of measurement.

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