Smug
Cogito, with flashing spectacles,
shouldered his gun and went to hunt for
Sum.
A yapping Ergo led him up the steep
of what he thought were foothills,
but were feet
of Sum who sat upon a mountaintop
elbow on knee and hand
supporting cheek.
Sum was the mountain's size.
The sun beamed from her
eyes. And
all bright summer day Cogito goes
banging at quasis hidden in her skirt,
bawling
on Sum to face him like a man.
The noise was a small whimper in her ear
until
she closed her eyes, and it was night.
He sheltered in a cave between two
toes
and slept. And woke afraid. And crept outside. Between
two dark colossal peaks (her knees)
a starlit, lonely, lovely sleeping face
filled all the sky.
At last Cogito
saw he was small, and ignorant, and
lame,
and growing in that moment he became
as great as she. She could have
been his bride. He
walked away because he did not know. |