Double-rainbowed light and vanished rain
ally in arcs above the reservoir.
The wind's a passing car.
Some things I know I can't unlearn:
for God so loved the world.
The water and the western sky
are flame the sun let stray.
Love is known most when shown.
ORIGIN OF BELIEF
I unfurled my limbs as slowly as salt
exhales in a shallow bowl
and stretched out long
from toes to fingers. I ran
my fingertips across my lips,
and a wall of ice rose straight up
to the leisurely shifting stars,
the glinting sky, a vault
of blue dark suspended
over self-lit sheets of ice.
Water stretched before my raft -
a narrow path culminating
in no point. Only an architect
could dream geometry here.
I wasn't cold.
I breathed onto the ice,
blue and white and clear,
its fissures, bubbles, and veins.
I was twelve, come back or gone for good.
SIMULACRUM OF A CAT
His eyes are ringed with blue.
They shine in stone
from a body that can't reflect. Facing me,
he has a hunchbacked
symmetry. I couldn't be stiller
if I weren't alive. What lies
behind his inscrutable eyes?
Day and night, he looks
at me. If I could, I'd lift
his feet, and let them thud down. "Move,"
he seems to say. "You're not real
either, but must pretend to be."