An Exercise in Clear Thinking

The other day on my evening stroll
I thought of the many times
we are the victims of misapprehension.

In my reverie I met a man who stopped me
suddenly, and posed a question--at least
I thought I did, or might have;

I'm not quite sure. Perhaps
he wasn't there at all.  If so,
how might it be?  Were he not,

is the question hypothetical?
If like the man,  it does not exist,
we must accept it anyway. Because

we have given it an it. And
it dangles there in the air;
we can't have that, so sighing

we must resurrect the man also.
Not so, you say.  I am the one
who must go.  I am the little god pretender

who is not God.  And you?
Oh ho,  not so fast, you too
are a believer. You've been reading

me into reality.  All along!
           ~

Reviews

[samarahmed]

very cool and thoughtful poem

[Dean]

thank you so much