we: spectators, always, everywhere, / looking
thing and never from! / It floods
us. We arrange it. It decays.
again, and we decay.
clotted with recently mixed mud, knees bent to a single
at the bench where philosophers
sit and unravel
Prometheus scoops up a
of clay and, using river water, he shapes the first man. In so doing,
he reproduces the birth of the gods themselves from Gaia, creating
in the image of gods like himself. Just as Gaia disappeared.
footed birds had left a hieroglyphic path
leading from the
now" to mythologies
that return us to an instinctual life.
I could have
sat there forever. But when
voices drifted up the trail,
I climbed higher, to where rain
stages of dissolution, crisscrossed sky's "over-
the valley below, red-tiled roofs
of uncensored bark.