Three Soliloquies on Being: The Mind

Photo: Flaubert, on the road to Crawford Pond.

The mind is temporary, 
An improvisation. 
Constructed as a barrier to time, 
Which defends by relocation: 
Into pasts forever gone, 
Futures not to be—
Imaginary, 
Never quite conforming
To instructions.

Approximation rules
Forever probing the unknown, 
As though the answers somehow lay there. 
Archaeology…