Passing Stranger
It’s an illusion, this
division of bodies.
We meet.
We pass.
We go our ways.
But the perfume slurry,
breath of life,
viral exchange,
bacterial soup,
gravitational pull,
exchange of molecules –
all of that is
done-and-never-undone stuff.
Hello is forever.
A sneeze is forever.
A hug.
And for all we are
different, we are much the same.
We inhabit a miniscule
space.
We are part of aeons.
We like to think our
role is large.
Then we’re molecules
again.
Plinking in and out like
charges in the vacuum.
Meet.
Attract.
Gone.
Here am I.
Tapping on the windows
of tomorrow.
Hoping to leave some
mark.
Something Incredibly Huge in the Field of Mathematics
They’ve just discovered
a kind of bridge between
geometry and numbers;
a sort of intersection
of ideas on a curve.
It’s full of roots,
tangential lines associated with circles,
polynomials and prime
adics.
Conjectures that didn’t
previously exist.
It’s a wormhole through
the vasty great divide between shapes and numbers
that I always knew as
algebra.
Only you see
Pythagoras sort of got
away from me,
Euclid left me standing.
Fermat and Fargues and
Langland… who are they?
Anyway it’s huge – this
new discovery.
I’ve just been reading
all about it and I hardly understood a word
but if it’s anything
like the intersection between fractals, I’m up for that
in a Trekkie kinda way
boldly bending my mind
thinking thoughts too
BIG for my wee brain.
Why I Write
what I’m writing
always seeking the
answer to
a moment in time
I’ve been writing
for years, decades,
since first I could
scribble.
So you see
it’s not something I’ve
written
for your consumption.
It’s this hunger to be,
to set my thoughts
alight, to
find out what I think
plumb the abyss of
whatever that sadness
was
I once felt
rediscover the joy of
feeling that if I died
today
I would die content.
It’s about a memory
I can’t quite grasp.
Wondering
whether that was me.
It’s crayons I need,
plasticine, shades of
childhood,
Oonah
V Joslin was born in N. Ireland. Her first poetry was published in the school
magazine. Teaching took over but she never stopped writing. For the past 15
years she has accumulated an online body of work which includes Flash Fiction
from MicroHorror to humour, a Novella, 'Genie in a Jam' in Bewildering Stories
and a her book 'Three Pounds of Cells' published by The Linnet's Wings Press.
Oonah served as poetry editor at Every Day Poets and until recently,
at The Linnet's Wings for a total of 12 years. You can see Oonah reading Almost on
Brantwood Jetty, from her book,
aboard The Steam Yacht Gondola in a National Trust video and follow her on
Facebook.
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