It isn’t alright to want just anything
all the time, be specific sky 

I can read the narrow line above the hills 

The day unbraids its pretty light
and I am here to see it 

This must be all there is
right now in the world 

There are things larger than understanding 

things we know cannot
be held in the mind 

If the sun throbs like a drum
every five minutes 

what can we do with this 

the 100,000 years it takes a photon
to reach the surface of the sun 

eight minutes to hit our eyes 

If every afternoon gravity and fire
it’s like that here 

undressed, unwound 

--from A Panic That Can Still Come Upon Me; ..........Peter Gizzi