The Science of Nowhere

I don’t know

What do you think

Are hills and glue a form of despair

Or mere referents in a poem

Seeking the dignity of a movie

About a reproductive organ

Named Abigail? The traffic today

Was mild on the way to the library

But I golfed my way through Switzerland

A little later and discovered a hole

In a cardboard box that filled me with light

And understanding. This is how words expand

Into eyes and bend the winter air

Into a ceremony of tigers

A tall pink tower

Sparkles below these words

And in it you will find passion and grace

And an escalator which comes in handy

As you move to the top of the tower

Where my hand dances on the ceiling

It’s as if I had a head full of nitrous oxide

And meaning seeped through my words

No matter what I said. Here, for example,

Is a map of my heart. These are the mountains

And this is a lake in which the sag of time

Has been omitted and all we see are waves

Quietly moving toward the shore

Infinity climaxes as a shadow

In a quart of philosophy, the sun

Shining down like a lunatic

Caboose in an evergreen

It’s all about flowers my friend

The literal is only a dime

Away from becoming a dollar

Ninety eight and a vertigo serious as the science

Of migration in a sentence headed precisely

Nowhere