questions
the question
what’s in the unfolding of dawn
after a dark windy night
what’s in the song of wind
ruffling past rough terrain
what’s in the laughter
of peeping time
what’s in the cry
of a newborn
what’s in the playful antics
of a passionate twain
what’s in the writing of rain
on dusty pathways
what’s in the womb
of a mystery
what’s in the touch
of unspoken tenderness
what’s in the heart
of a child-woman
what’s in the flight
of a butterfly
what’s in the taste
of sweat
what’s in the blooming
of a flower
what’s in the forbidden zones
the crumpled crevices
the unvisited nooks and crannies
of human emotions
that is the question my friend
a beautiful mind
“a man forever voyaging
through strange seas of thought, alone.”
Wordsworth
genius can be cocky
when you lose a game of go
you say ‘the game is flawed’
or artless
terming a date’s final objective being
‘fluid exchange’
or awkward in courtship
‘ritual requires we proceed with a number
of platonic activities before we have sex’
then phantoms take over
and it all begins to fall apart
decoding Moscow’s coded messages
about an imminent hydrogen bomb
posting letters as ‘classified’ documents
to a nowhere destination
being trailed by an intrusive defence agent
living with shadows
becomes the order of the day
the nowhere man
how debilitating thought-stalkers can be
a brilliant mind turns
a playing field of phantoms
a little girl that refuses to grow
creating abysses in mind
a regression into a lonely inner world
a price genius pays
a patient pregnant wife
Jennifer Connelly as Alicia
believing ‘something extraordinary is possible’
discovers your ghosts have come calling again
and screams an agonising scream
but for a moment and then perseveres
the healing touch of love
Russell Crowe’s lithe body transforms into
a shaky John Nash a schizophrenic
professor of mathematics at Princeton
his walk his talk is real
he doesn’t act any more
after insulin shocks
fighting paranoia with logic and will
seems the way out
can he do it?
learn to live with his ghosts?
and then the Nobel prize happened
‘you came here to find out if i am crazy
and would screw everything up if i won’
the ceremony of pens at Princeton
tears well in my eyes
a recognition for the game theory
a new paradigm in economics
and the ultimate discovery
that the power of love is the enduring
defining creed of life
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