More Things, Horatio!
Dream, philosophy, of the little
Hudson Valley town of Cold
Spring (there’s an unexpected place)
Where I spent one boyhood summer running
Wild and riding a horse around
A circle but I didn’t know
That the incarnation of Ralph Waldo
Emerson was teaching in the high
School all the while, in the form
Of a bearded man who rhapsodized
To his students about radio waves.
River breezes whipped the pennons
Along the top of the school and
The river was a sentient being.