no one knows i’m here

no one knows i’m here

the sunlight astounds me
it asks my name
i say i have no name

it’s fun to read the Gospels
and forget
everything you learned about Jesus.
he asked fishermen to come with him.
fishermen smell, have calloused hands, they’re practical
and they swear. He thanked God that He made
His secrets known to children
and not to men of learning

so we can read a poem as we read
a leaf: with as little
thought as possible

and when a thought appears
regard it as a child
would regard a man
of learning: listen only
if it makes you happy

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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