NOTHING TO HOLD
Carlsbad Cavern? Woodward Cave? If
I wasn't turning I wouldn't know which
way to turn. As the gyre goes, so go I?
This is nothing like cathedral school,
when everything was certitude and solid
logic. They knew the number of the
very fingers of God. Now : Nothing.
Everything seems to have fallen apart.
Least alone me. My friend Ryan reading
Milton, while Cokie stokes the stove.
Here at home, my dunnish wife strikes
gold. Having the nothing else to hold.