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I am a poem.
and you'll shrink.
as you marvel
at the majesty
of the macrocosm.
Standing by the river, my face grewinto a flat fish and floated offto a lily pad, and I was lonelywithout myself, without my twin.
Eyes as wide as continents brim wih the water between.
Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.
Mouth seeks another language. Shapes a different air.
After the fiftieth insult -
the school bag down the toilet, the stifled
giggle-whisper that hung like a smear on the air -
she suddenly saw
...not white like the snow
more moon-panther or silvery cloud-cat
with her ripple-patterns melting as (oh,
but she's beautiful) you stare
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Scientists tell us what you are.
Oxygen and nitrogen...
This is the kingdom of the Water Bear.
To enter here, you have to shrink
and slow down, down. A day
is one tick of the clock, one blink
The moon was married last nightand nobody saw,dressed up in her ghostly dressfor the summer ball.
Could you be a little better?
Could you be a little more?
Could you stand up straight, speak clearly,
Pick your clothes up off the floor.
The light through the blind is a poem,
the way it illuminates air.
And the shadows that fall
on the floor and the wall
are signs that a poem is there.