aspirations by Patrick Jack Meacham

I aspire to the scientific mind.
But limitations compel me to live as a poem.

Held apart. Married to the word. Divorced from the world.
My perceptions snapshots of a darkened room. Images of obscurity.

I long to live at the collision point of language and thought.
Where meaning is codified. Where communion begins.

If we truly understand a concept’s implications
we can grasp the worlds potentials.

Then we consciously enter into
a dance with reality.


Born in Norman OK in 1951, Jack has worked as a bus driver, bartender, warehouse lackey, freelance illustrator, laser animator, graphic designer, art director, and middle school art teacher. Presently, he is a potter and ceramic sculptor living in the North Georgia mountains with his wife and dog. He has had poems published in The RavensPerch and Rat's Ass Review.