(Hellenistic era, in bronze, National Gallery)

some of these characters
seem taken aback

by their presence here
(bewilderment on a face
retrieved from the sea off Brindisi)

but not the orator,
arm out to hush the crowd
of museum-goers

and not the star athlete,
scraping dust from his perfect body
with an invisible strigil


Gloaming's a less-heard
word for it:

from a distance, the wild geese
seem to be crossing
a snowy plain,

going towards a massive sound in the woods
as though it drew them,

a noise like thousands of whistles
or screams on a speeded-up tape
from within the assembly of oaks

while a boy at roadside places a camera
on its small tripod -- "time lapse
of how the light changes"


(body trick)

curling your fingers
into your palm,
press with your nails
until it hurts a little,

like handling snow.
Let go and you'll feel
a string in your lifeline --

you can pull it


white as the inside
of a coconut

snow encases the trunks
of the pines and wild cherries

whose tops draw crazy circles
when the wind picks up --

everything wants to get into everything else's space


(space misfit)

thinking of Han Solo, astonished,
his hand on Kylo Ren's face --

and Kylo, dark prodigy, saying
you'd have been a good dad,
Dad

if