………It glides by
with the grand leisure of a whale
in migration. Yet once it sees me
………it retires, melts a little
………………foreskin over
.
………its face. The prompt
eyes probe upward and re-bloom, dewed
with humectants. I stroke its neck,
………glandular and chilled
………………as a dog’s nose.
.
………When I cover
the single nostril like a fife’s
finger hole, the back contracts to buck
………me off in slo-mo.
………………Or is time
.
………lapsing radically
when, under its mantle, tectonic
plates collide, a seam heightens, gains
………flute and pucker—and anon
………………subsides, thumbed down
.
………by fleet
millennia as I gaze. It’s young
again, the oldest young thing
………I know. A working proof
………………of the axiom
.
………of nerdy cool:
that patterns purposely chosen
to clash can at times define
………what’s dapper. So spots
………………blurred like black
.
………galaxies enhance
the crisp effect of its mushroom-gill
pinstriped tableskirt. A train
………of glycerin lace tows
………………a collection
.
………of debris;
chips of black basalt, the beige bells
of some mountain flower. What if, cooling
………as a cloud,
………………a larger I
.
………pores over
my moraine (the things hitched up
to the bumper of my car,
………the ball-and-chains
………………healed into me)—?
.
I pray I amuse It.