The Ancient Modern

One Question Asked Three Ways  /  Joshua Alan Sturgill     

My eye is a stenographer; conversation
binds me to the Sun. I measure 
by Moon-lengths the cosmos — as Elisha
stretching himself over the body of death,
hand to swollen hand, eye to milky eye:

Am I not also a Geometer?

My ear is a reginaphone, silver-wreathed,
pierced with music’s apertures.  Because I sing  
in company with compass and abacus, because
I sculpt chaos with the tool of ritual, thus
She welcomes me to Her inmost rooms:

Am I not also Wisdom’s lover?

Where is a market for powdered minerals,
for circles squared?  Before they bloom,
I sketch the forms of the flowers
of the Coming Age.  Waves of the  
oscilloscope extend from my fingertips:      

Am I not also an Artisan?

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2023 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.

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