thursday

when i unravel this gauze
across the
pale wafers
of day

across the portions
of light

i am testing
the calibration
of the world

not the universe

so, you will most likely
find me
sitting
in the manner of indians
in the front yard

fingering the growth
and the cushion of dirt
upon which i rest my weight

and, you
damp haired
and red faced
from cycling

will laugh at my ridiculous experiments
and, then i too
will see the humor in it all