Two Pillars of the World
Go Tell Aunt Rhody)
is the shortcut artist;
soap bubble wizard of magic beans.
is the Judge
the flea-bitten mule,
bony finger warning
what’s right gone wrong.
on his technicolor
good knight in search of his fellows
wait for her like God, puzzled.
won’t she come to the sunny spot,
her life for all to see in the square?
watch as she shops for steak
extension cords. Stays
too long. Sleeps into morning light.
is wrong with her?
boxes of glinting diamonds
tries to burn in the fire as coal.
plugs the plumbing up with poems.
bright horn gathers mummy dust
the back room.
is the gate to the garden of her lush self?
horse withers in the desert,
to find water or shade.
have led her by the hand
of the swirling wrestle of her
put up with her broken, glass-
progenitors but there
to be no end of the war for
fights the lagoon creature pulling
her bare leg in green, murky water
she tires. With a
the sacred heart of Jesus, she lets go:
to appear self-possessed and
of knowledge while drowning.
the bottom of the moss pond she bows,
prostrates herself inside what must be
soul—if it is truly hers.
leaks in like jasmine smoke.
disappears, even as she comes to herself.
light brings a face up out
the lily pads. You
marvel at her
eyes, its sleek clarity of form.
only you, she rises with newborn
showered in tender sun, now winged.
will soar with you now.