David
Weiss
RECONSTRUCTION
Prior to this the road fdl away
between walnut trees or lengthened
between her legs. Rain was falling
and news came in waves over the radio
but we thought it was the heat
and the steaminess of rain which made
us feel that way. That long glance back
over her shoulder never resolved the question :
what do you want now that we're alone?
We wanted some sign which would make her
emergence necessary, into an emergency.
Once it must have been true:
those lips with their words and kisses
opening like the top drawer of a dresser;
those legs parting like douds through
which we could see what it was like
to
full
from such a height: now it is
amatter of perspective, of stepping back
to realize that, as the road winds
towards the stable and the adoring parents,
it,
too,
is
fulling from the sky,
and the idea is how to slow it down,
to keep the pageant and its festive dangers
from arriving for as long as humanly possible.
