Studies for a Poem About Seduction
Indiscriminate tips. Poised on letting go,
the fibrous innards loosen and expel
their white breath with the wind: come
and rest, the marsh’s willing
hush will tuck you in.
Walking through the gift shop full
of blankets for other people’s children,
the little animals fascinate us
and you wish aloud for someone to whom
you could give the lamb,
glancing at my belly, which shows
for no good reason
other than to make
Settle in. There is a cup to hold
you’re determined to cast more—
as if to say that the possibility of containing
more made more. My urge
to take you into nature
distracts you from your task,
though never enough;
you’re gathering weeds.
It’s the day of daylight savings,
foreign to you
and your country. Rocking
on the library veranda, you finger
the Chinese poet’s five-beat bliss.
The sun is on the meadow
and I recognize the name
Lushan, which is closer to you
than this. It’s as if we’d swallowed
that hour, waiting
happily, finding excuses to climb
the green silence.
Is this the country? you ask. By that time,
I’d have said yes to anything.