The title of this blogger is taken from Michael Burkard's poetry collection of the same name. In honor of this his poem "A Point" is presented. While this poem is not the title poem of the collection it is more in accord with the rai·son d'être for this blog.
A POINT

All you need is a point.
It seems that it has no dimension.
But that point can become God.
Any God.

---And so the man stopped.
The road glistened in the rain.
Sex was shining for someone
somewhere in the block.

And the woman sat there, at the back
of her store, wondering why
she never bought the house,
the small white one across the river.

And the other man thought about
the limits of confession,
brother against brother,
river to river---

one could end up at a point
and still not
be at the end
---end is such a small drop

like the end in sex,
the end of buying,
the end of the house
where the brothers lived.

I am using "Entire Dilemma" to mean the existential dilemma we each face.

Chuck