The Sciences Sing a Lullabye (Excerpt)
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Sentimental (Excerpt)
The light has traveled unthinkable thousands of miles to be
condensed, recharged, and poured off the white white pages
of an open Bible the country parson holds in front of this couple
in a field, in July, in the sap and the flyswirl of July
in upper Wisconsin, where their vows buzz in a ring in the air
like the flies, and are as sweet as the sap, in these rich and ritual minutes.
Is it sentimental? Oops. And out of that Bible the light continues
to rush as if from a faucet. . .
A Tale (Excerpt)
Syzygial is a good word; defalcation,
exfoliate, janizary--good words, all,
although I don't employ them. I never say
gunnysack, crepuscular, umwelt, rinkydink.
We think the light is plangent and say
wow. I think the light is very plangent
when I found her staring out the bedroom window
at the orange spine the sun makes
on the water as it sets. It set.
