(On ½ a line of Suhrawardi)
Why did papyrus have to go away
Why not come in sheets to write on
or else forget it as it’s happening
and forever wonder why
It takes a lot of time to turn aside
from all I thought I saw along the way
Bright planet, form a sign for me
because don’t you know the
stars that wander are the noble ones
Hasty are we, in harness pressing on
The nearest place to where we are
is miles away
Some thing to travel on
as high as it is wide
the next to go will be the ultimate
Read it to me softly, now
from papers on the floor
printed lightly with two feet to fly on
By David Larsen (2022)
