Poem in Which a Decision Has Been Reached
One Tuesday furled on another. It is
a Jubilee year, complete with waterskis and a cake
ten layers high. Our niece is a carousel horse
named Jewel Diamond Flowers. She has gold hooves
and wants to head toward the playground
where a hunger moon approaches, grimacing.
We find ourselves in heavy foot traffic. Time slows
to a muddle. The houseplants, you are saying,
when I turn them around, I feel like a god. All those faces.
It has come down to this: the bright seed
taking root in the body’s damp heat.
This thick-skulled darkness heading into night.