from Winter 2005 [Issue No. 5]
Got nose to nose with ants, I did,
to get our signals straight about our needs.
Came eye to bulged eye with a hungry frog
Thrust beyond himself for living’s sake.
When I saw the ways things work,
I tried the boneyard stumble,
letting my whole sack of immortality
and noble thoughts - my serene self itself
come separately to a ground as hard
as pulled triggers on elbow and knee.
Try falling once yourself, astonished man,
as natural as tomorrow, and stagger up
all aches and crinks and joy at having them.
Now, then, to the wobble of wheel, the hill
that means to keep us in our place,
the parachute, the wizardry of rain.
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