O N T O L O G Y
I found me in the elements―bore a part
From the round sum; the body’s pivot
Marked its difference―being lit―and started living.
Now that was all so long ago
I’d hardly know what roots, what loam,
What stock was all the ether―
Yet myself, now dividend,
Felt the edges tugging out; the pivot near
Unfixed, the wistly heart―remembering.
A hawk, I saw―then measurement, I felt―
In the pitches of the hunt felt the capture
And the quarry’s pluck―swarming strains
Beneath it all, pitched high, pitched low,
I heard the talon’s baritone. So the opera’s all
These species, here a bass, a treble, drum.
Here the swinging braid.
If only I remembered that sweet length
Of lightning rod―that swoop, that gold, gold clutch
I know―from somewhere―
Though the recollection’s all a hum:
Once―I knew belonging.