bluff
Ok, well. I stand on a bluff looking out at the panoramic sea.
I have to move my head from side to side to take it all in
the exacting musculature and bone-frame of the neck
allow for this lateral back-and-forth of the evolved human head
so there is some evolutionary advantage to Taking it All In
beyond the usual predatory lookey-loo
one only supposes
is that really the curve of the earth out there
one degree of whose circumference
is 69 unimpressive miles.
This place is cramped and puny
you call this a planet
i've been to the movies
seems they're usually a lot bigger
you have to go all the way to the moon
to get any majesty out of this one
this sense of seeing curvature
is likely a dumb little illusion fostered by the nagging need
to see the bigger picture at every pass
it hasn’t yet been determined to anyone’s satisfaction
that there is even a little picture
so why the childish fever to see the big one
but some of us are looking for something
a contact lens on shag carpet.
My relative passed away yesterday (my cousin, I should say)
he spent his entire life calling himself by a kid’s name
a diminutive ending with a Y
as if his disappointment at adulthood
might be mitigated by a happy and beloved 8-year-old’s nickname
it didn’t quite work, as he was felled by Lou Gehrig’s disease
whose diagnosis he had received on a doctor’s visit
while overseeing his wife’s brain tumor
so the Radio Flyer takes off down the hill
and strikes a parked garbage truck
one of my cousin’s many friends commiserated by computer
posted a crying cartoon face to transmit sorrow
her self-selected computer profile photo
shows her on blowsy haunches
roasting a marshmallow over a junkyard fire.
we’ve set aside the gift of language
and excitedly re-adopted the hieroglyph
to the amazement and frustration of the lower animals
if you want help from God don’t ask too earnestly
we’re told He answers all prayers, though often the answer is No
which would seem to place Him firmly in the shrine
of the tossed coin
i would suggest His reply is always yes, as in
‘yes, I’m happy to oil the wheels of your Radio Flyer’.