What is the nature
of quintessence?
Since there is no answer,
the question
must be poetical
Yet when Aristotle writes,
“A spirit
in the body of the seed
whose nature answereth
in proportion
to the element of the stars,”
I could touch that
with a fingertip
and be content.

Can wit sigh,
“Ah, how lovely that is!”?
(that was my inbreath,
not my logic)
and have a tear
in its eye for it?

Out of the way,
wit!
I am within a breath
of affinity
and yearn
for long distances

Come out, my lamb,
my mystery
This spirit
you can trust.