1
If you think
Adam had help, and there
was more
than one
Eve, you’ll grow
on, living
in little
things,
loose,
like the
white flowers
wild yarrow
no taller
than yr knees
scattered
as clouds
at altitude
one
beginning
no beginning
everything
elite
at peace
with the small
significance
of the ordinary
servitude
without…
2
feeling switched at birth.
As a babe
we would take yr milk
from your hand
pumped out of a breast
knowing you or not
& maybe never know
anything was wrong,
immune, we’re growing on
elite and hard to mend
crawling on the floor & joined
in tv sing-along
this, is clearer, each epiphany—
there’s a word
as the bubble burst
‘phiff!’
the sudden soft
coming to yourself.
3
If yr proof
is not canopied
of others
of ‘an’other
than yourself
then by your knowing
look make it out
available compassionate
and true. fear, & love,
both
have an equal sort
of access
to the signs. the facts
are disputed
everywhere, truth is
neutral. grit
becomes gemstone candle
makers,
are not the flame;
nor the keepers
of the Flint the mechanics
of combustion formula.
Like the ‘beat’ ‘yr’, I ‘feel’ the conclusion, thought I couldn’t state it! Love the composition, the short hard lines, the yarrow (I Ching is traditionally consulted with thrown yarrow stalks).