I had a moment,
very recently in fact,
to which you might
be able to relate,
when I was looking up
into the starry sky
it wouldn’t even be
a violation would it?
Statistically speaking, I mean.
There’s so many of you…
It’s like a goo goo cluster up there, right?
Couldn’t there be some kind of
unexpected gravitational perturbation?
Like a universal sloshing effect
where just one of you
casually scoots sideways?
Right when I was looking?
Some kind of cosmic sashay???
No one else ever has to know.
It could just be our little secret.
A little wink from you to me.
If you could just give me that,
then I could probably cut
back on a few of my other
ongoing (reasonable) requests.
The sparkly silence never budged.
Just continued to stare back at me
with that same wooden,
my body is a cosmic miracle and I know it look,
as if to say, “We’ll open the presents in the morning.”
Alright, I thought.
That’s how you’re gonna’ play it.
It’s tough love time, eh?
I turned around,
intending to kick a pebble
into the gutter with sizzling violence,
only to find myself
quite a little torqued
Hafiz had snuck up on me
during one of my intimate moments
with the universe.
I relaxed all the muscles of my face
into a look of
I don’t need nothin’
an’ I sure don’t need you
cuz’ I’m a cosmic stone wall Jackson
and I put that look right on him.
What. (I said it inside for emphasis.)
He was chuckling
in a progressively wanton manner
I didn’t find especially amusing.
You know, he said,
slapping his thigh and
hooting like a drunken owl,
every time you do that—
He was fighting for air now.
Every time you beg all the stars
in a particular sector of space
to show you a dance move, he said,
they shake your life back and forth
and bang you around with the most
beautiful circumstances they can imagine.
And you just spit on the ground
and walk away in disgust.
Uh huh. Right. So what’s so funny?
He thought for a moment.
I guess there’s something about
the unbridled passion of a baby
throwing fistfuls of green and yellow nourishment
all over the room that just gets me going, he said.
Plus, he said, at some point you are going to eat your meal.