I have a hard time throwing away holy socks.
Every time I put one on, I think, awe man,
… this ain’t so bad.
When I put one on this morning, my big toe
Was halfway out. A rebel sock making its own holes
a fingerless glove for your foot. Brass knuckled toes
Grape tomatoes, these swollen berries like summer
ornaments, dangle from tethered vine. Their ripeness
judged by how delicately they hold their stem. With fingers
wrapped like cupping a firefly, it should come loose. Pull
too hard and it won't be ready....
He knows how the ants move and what it means,
the diagrams of clouds, how fast the cheese curdles,
patterns of droplets as moisture condenses on
the window panes, everything. He understands
like a mother knows her child, the built-in treachery
mother nature, with her office-walls of melting icebergs
and burnt amazonian boughs, will not negotiate on this:
eventually the eleventh hour will peek over the horizon
and streak the apocalypse across the sky. your ceo’s
checks cannot slow the cavalcade...