Zeno’s Paradox

Zeno's Paradox

Bewilderingly, the tracks converge to a point
somewhere beyond sight,
the distance obscured in light
coverings of air,
as though some tedious print
quavered before a tired and vacant stare,
almost focused, in mid-trance,
but not quite.

Bewildered, Short set out to trek,
to halve the distance,
then to halve it again
until he became, like Zeno,
just within reach, a dance
step or two away from infinity.

As if he were to know
what it is to be
becalmed in paradox, to wreck
what common sense is supposed to mean.
Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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