Someone chopping wood
by Klaus Kommoss October 2006
All thinking has retreated again
after half an hour of chopping wood.
What a relief.
The axe is swinging,
is it finding its aim by itself?
Someone is splitting wood,
I only watch
and savor the incomprehensible precision of the motion.
Gravity, momentum, timing, the subtle play of forces
and sudden concentrated effect.
There is endless delight
watching the mystery.
The miracle of opening up the structure of wood
by quite unknowingly and yet so skillfully guiding the path of the falling axe;
not ripping it apart with blind force,
but by letting the body do
what it mysteriously knows how to do.
And stepping aside,
Who is guiding the axe?
Who is aiming the blows with such improbable precision?
Who is watching?
Who is it who’s enjoying
this wonderful game?
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