The Concept: Reality

The Concept: Reality

Somewhere down
the river’s flow,
we lose our name,
and yet—

we are drawn
to the banks
of was and will.

The river lives:
a mass equation—
the Equals Sign?

The river lives:
the line on the map—
drawn by the banks?

The physical
provides the proof,
though some still dispute . . .

Is the river the water?
Or is it the banks that
hold the water in place?

Or is it the force—
the force that draws
the water to the sea,

(See the other Poem
called Gravity, about the
concept: reality.)

Or is the concept,
reality, the force He
leaves unseen?

         Those friends of Him,
         will come one day
         and they will tell

         that was and will
         are just not real,
         and can be breached.

But back to the river—

We agree that it's alive,
though we don't know
how to describe it.

And we hope to learn
the Equals Sign—
whatever it turns out to be.

But you have yet
to decide, who
is we, and who is they?

Somewhere down
the river’s flow,
we lose our name—
and still . . .

we are drawn,
to the banks
of was and will.





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This poem is from "Bottle in the River" 
                     about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle
                     tossed by the fingertips of "that I am."
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Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"