The table top <br />Is not at fault <br />Of that much I am certain <br />It exists without the capacity <br />To oppose <br />It knows not any fear <br /> <br />I am the one <br />Who resists this passage <br />My limited understanding <br />Leaves me lacking <br />Capacity to accept <br />The wider truths <br />Of the Universe <br /> <br />I occupy <br />And accept the limitations <br />Of a three dimensional existence <br />The world I live in supports a view of time <br />As from a linear perspective <br />These things I find abhorrent <br />Because somehow <br />I am certain there is more <br /> <br />What part of my situation <br />Must I change <br />What adjustments make to my reality <br />Before my hand <br />Will slip right through the table top? <br />Does the table already know the answer?<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/table-poem-2-why-can-t-i-put-my-hand-through-the-table-top/
