Have courage to use your own understanding!
— Immanuel Kant, ‘What is Enlightenment?’
Coats wet, we come
to hear how we might come to know the world through pure
reflection without recourse
rain on our foreheads, little fists from the tremendum,
at the doors of an unlocked lecture hall.
Coughing has been falling from a cold girl’s mouth. A huddle
of minds in the dark morning
apprehend. The trees
are wearing the shape of trees.