i laid flat, heavy as an empty sack
on molar flats of the toothy divide.
steady the ugly houses and the lake
swum green and grey to each side, staggering
in slow and foamy swells behind my eyes.
while nearer me, the nearer elements
fixed each to each, spit-swapping molecules:
neuronic ones, in generous display
hung raw-baked; locked in liquid heat
were giving over golden summer coats
that still decayed in drifts against the rocks.
the lake is stirred in primordial thirst,
licks-lashes at the tumbled prison walls
and drinking in the silt and salt of now,
erodes by moment those intemporal stones.
still dancing over jealous michigan,
dust webs and young storms court the governors
of light, a pageant cycle without end,
and whose great judges favor like old cats,
here playing, then indifferent, then cruel
but never passing sentence in the last.
i am ambassador here from a place
no less mighty, though better understood,
whose task without task is to chronicle
moods of forces i cannot comprehend.
lightning takes umbrage at my whim, and i
subject to death, take shelter from the sky