Unity of Opposites
Tell the limping legless man
about wholeness—
tell the widowed wife
whose child persists,
of that grove
with no more giant oaks
Wholeness—if it exists
can’t be a unity
of opposites,
an insult to living
amidst a world
of ghosts
Tell the limping legless man
about wholeness—
tell the widowed wife
whose child persists,
of that grove
with no more giant oaks
Wholeness—if it exists
can’t be a unity
of opposites,
an insult to living
amidst a world
of ghosts