Poem: The Uncluttered Mind

The Uncluttered Mind

a poem by Victor Klimoski

Before my mind is overcome
by news of the world’s woe,

I want to think of water,
fresh, cold water, cascading

over shelves of jagged rock
and falling like skeins of rich silk.

As water crashes to the ground,
I want to feel its spray,

the misty baptism shriving me
of pettiness and a closed heart.

Refreshed and born again
into the heart of matter itself,

I want to embrace the world,
to let it know it is part of me

as it is part of the pooling water,
reflecting the clear blue sky.


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