in the centre: brown against white
sharpened all alone
or dull, hovering trees
but especially here
no deer yet — but it’s early
and I’m nervous to see the signs
inciting fear without threats
wrought from insecurity
and instead of removing the dead skin
pries up a new layer
anxious to be discarded
but maybe I don’t really know
so alert I’ll stay, at my window
watching the white turn gray
Copyright L.M. 2007.
Philosophy came early to me; I guess I always used to think a lot. When it came time to sharpen my pencil, I’d often stare at the sharpest tip I could make, and realize how it was still rounded. That’s when I came up with my Impossible Point idea. Of course, it wasn’t new, and it certainly wasn’t Earth-shattering. But it was at an early age, and without outside influence. I just thought a lot. I’d try to tell my friends (the ones who thought for themselves) and they would argue that no, I just wasn’t sharpening it enough. They didn’t get it.
It was through those eyes that I realized how things aren’t always as they seem; when under a magnifying glass, everything changes. Or, sometimes, it’s the exact opposite. Sometimes, when looking too hard, when focusing too much on something near, you miss the main picture — you entirely miss the point.
And it’s always important to see the point….. rounded or not.