Where Logic Breaks Down
Daniel Sundhal


Here the rain dancer casts down his fingers
Like rain shafts, feet beating the earth;
Not by will but willingness to imitate
An end to the slavery of prediction.

Here the sky is a great counterweight,
Pressing the oceans and mountains into motion,
The wind feeding the candle in the darkness.

Here a girl walks a street, returning from church;
A volcano remembers it magma;
In the Pleiades a star explodes.

Here in the gap between morning and evening
I write the words, summer, sun, laughter, mercy,
Your arm over your face as if in sleep.
This is plenty.  I write, This is enough.

About the author:
Daniel James Sundahl is Professor in English and American Studies at Hillsdale College where he has taught for thirty years.

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