I was reading about rationalism,
the kind of thing we do up north
in early winter, where the sun
leaves work for the day at 4:15

Maybe the world is intelligible
to the rational mind;
and maybe we light the lamps at dusk
for nothing…

Then I heard the wings overhead.

The cats and I chased the bat
in circles—living room, kitchen,
pantry, kitchen, living room…
At every turn it evaded us

like the identity of the third person
in the Trinity: the one
who spoke through the prophets,
the one who astounded Mary
by suddenly coming near.

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One response to “The Bat – Jane Kenyon”

1. Mark says:

   08/28/2011 at 12:32 pm

   Interesting juxtaposition of images and pursuits.

   How many things seem clear and bright, until they are illumined?

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