14 June 2026

By Philip Kuepper

I draw in my wandering mind
to focus on Mystic,
and the rowers that draw me
to the river,
where they are drawing
water with the blades
of their oars, at leisure.
My mind races to compute
this layering within layering
within layering of the act
of drawing. And there is
the drawing sky drawing water,
the sky reflected in the river
the oars’ blades draw. Are
the rowers aware as I am
of this? They needn’t be, to row.
But, are they? I draw no conclusion.
Is conclusion possible?
Is any conclusion, in an ever ongoing
Universe?

(28 May 2026)