Joan Athey read us this poem

One of the highpoints of every day has become the time when Joan Athey calls to say "hi" and share with us some of her many stories. Today she also read us a poem. Here it is:

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From Joan Athey:

As Andrea and Daniel are highly skilled in movement, I thought they would especially enjoy this poem.

Moving Through The Mystery
by Peter Trower Victoria, BC.Canada 1963

We are moving through the mystery
in a rush of rented mornings
where conundrums of existence
dance across the window awnings,
Why is which? and what is whither?
cry the voices in the crawl space
underneath the floors of meaning
and beyond this no-at-all-place.

There is no vocuabulary
for the thoughts below the surface...
distant particles of answer
from some unimagined orifice
The reflections of the psyche
fall upon unknown waters...
shatter outward in to ripples
at the stones of the distorters.

Three time death is five time nothing...
there are footprints on the rainbow
and the ape and the professor
down the same long-trodden lane go.
There is no defense in dogma..
there is no escape in history ...
we are moving through the movement ..
we are moving through the mystery.