Poetry and poësie

In the light of what was thought      

He had a accident
and is now in intensive thinking.

By no fault of his own
he happened on a thought:

that Rembrandt revealed
by obscuring –

he painted the ordinary world
hiding away beneath dark browns;

the philosopher’s face
and pensive eyes
show up in splendid light;
the dirt under the soles
cannot be seen by any means.

It is only a question of time;
soon he will be out of intensive thinking,
back in the world
where everything is lit
in the same bland, everyday light.