Poem #69 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
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from Mars
it could barely
be seen
it was
hardly visible
from the Moon
in high atmosphere
it appeared a little wider
than the breadth
that is a hair
so what could there be
to fear
~
he stands here
on one bank
of the canyon
so far the other side
and so deep
he does not know
the bottom
cannot fathom well
abyss
but he knows
without true knowing
he knows it
just by feel
down there
down there is danger
and down there
is a breath
he can taste
the hot stench
rising
he understands it
as an exhalation
something snorted by a …
ah
there
he is beyond
his own imagination
he can’t really feel quite sure
but
what he knows
is need of courage
and to summon all
and more
after
when he has drawn it
to him
when he is as brave
as he can bear
then
into the maw
and rankness
into the pit
he will descend
© Frank Prem 2017
Bachelard and me Poem #70: in the moment
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