Whatever the peril was, whatever
the glory, I’d rather be finished,
to turn away even
from the accolades,
to bathe instead
in dispersal and shawarma,
to make believe the work is done,
the next adventure infinitely deferred.
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A tanned man stands
between the docent
and the felt-collared frog
we all know, even in his
long-revised shape cut down
from a lady’s coat,
as Kermit.
“Is this fellow still alive?” he asks,
and nods to her patient answer,
delivered in an warm tea tone
without a hint of jolt,
“He died in 1990.”
How a man can arrive
at a museum half Henson,
its ribbon cut
in ’78 by man and frog themselves,
and not bring recognition with him
is a curiosity we tamp down.
His awakening snap, subtle
as the knock that marks the
difference between ajar and shut,
arrives with conversation, duet,
Kermit and Rowlf, one voice
to quicken them both,
one line to review the scene.
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Anchored doubly, attention
split and fettered
down to two foundations, rent easily
as newsprint carried in after a rain,
in my two hands, cupped together
as to gather up the spray
that strays from a waterfall’s edge,
I cradle one trust absolute,
fired through affection and confession,
cured by kinship and the long
investment of a year.
Sharing the cradle: the memory
that parries faith
away, and the slow
accumulation of a past.
Half my life is wasted,
for the time ill-spent
and for the accreting injuries,
patina that grows like moss on stone.
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If first you scale the peak
beyond our door, the way’s
not far to reach up higher than
the sheet of cloud,
all spread along one plane,
which drifts like dry foam drawn
to sea by wind and riptide.
Two by two I may build
a beacon here
and then descend,
a tower whose height you
and I may see from anyplace
that’s far away enough for trees
or lulling foothills
not to end the view.
Entirely superfluous,
this orange and gray colossus.
With compass,
map and grid we have no need
to build symbol here
to guide us home.
This I remember, stacking
at its peak, when, in an
instant disconnected
from our fiction, I wonder
whether my return will
find me at its summit still,
or broken at its base.
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The too little
care I carried to the border
between orange and black
ended as you might expect.
I know I’ll never
make it back in time.
What should I have taken there
when the danger was
too great to go alone?
I had, for a moment, every
wealth I might pick
and shoulder back with me.
But what little didn’t burn
will dissipate while I wait
among the spawning trees for passage.
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Wood axe on wood, then stone
pick on stone,
as dark rides down
on me I choose:
back into the wall
like an anchorite,
like fortune’s turn,
or down into the ground
like a heart below
the boards or a widow
taking refuge in the cellar,
either for a held-breath wait,
burrowed patience for night
to end and the monsters to burn.
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I’d rather time keep still
in the moments between monuments,
in those fissures
among events chained together
by their magnitude,
by necessity, by some sense of
their importance at completion:
advancement, reward, bounty.
If the hand might only sweep
when I turn and tally,
mark the make that moves the minutes by.
Otherwise, all the asides,
the wandering ascent
to test whether we might reach the peak,
the sunsets and the snow,
the instants that carry
no work but fill themselves
with the worth of joy: those
ticks of glint and grass,
breaths of slow waking
that quicken and deepen again,
the slow melt of sugar into butter
as we look out at forsythia in bloom,
might march in infinite supply.
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