The Daily Poem

GLYPH DIVING

I'm diving in and landing on a glyph,

A nanoscopic quilled intaglio

Appearing like a twisted treble clef.

How very small I've grown, how could I know?

Except I can't predict the quantum flow.

I move in swirling motions with my limbs;

The purple light more like a creature swims.

And now I ask my contra-self what aim

Have I to delve below this speeding stub

Where incompleteness stakes its fractured claim?

"Kartoum!" it answers me as if to rub

My streaming eyes with last year's gritts 'n' grub.

I'm sorry for my meta-doubting seethe;

I'm having trouble managing to breathe.

I'm settling back into my duo-tombs,

To travel for a while as if to see,

To weave some space on ambidextrous looms,

Repeating motions twice for clarity,

Absorbing slow the nano-scarcity.

And now I'm diving up and out the glyph,

To mount my horsedrawn homeward skiff. 

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 238

Idyllwild, California

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