MY PHILOSOPHICAL POEM Poetry is all about Time. Like that time I almost stepped out of my self and broke into blossom, like Richard Wright thought about doing that time. You know, with the horse in the field with the soft nose -- the horse, not the field, had the nose that was soft -- yes, just like that time when Richard Wright was standing at the fence patting the horse's nose and it was so uncanny, the damp softness of it, that he knew that if he could step out of his body he would break into blossom, but God said: "Stay inside your body, boy!" Still and all Richard Wright knew that he was right and God was wrong, knew that he had touched on a deep truth this yearning to be outside his body: a flowering of pure being. But then the horse snorted phlegm all over him ever so authentically. We move on. Mike Geary Memphis, Tennessee