The Rummaging

Folklore means beliefs of poor people:

bread appearing from your vestments,

the magic lolling from your mouth,

hind legs loping through the dark,

such apparitions, such caresses,

wordless eulogies for my surety.

Concerning the stone which contains

all laws and facts, all eras and time—

it has left me unmoved, I regret to say

nothing of the readily visited purgatories:

airports, left on read, contradictory directions.

Sadly found all I needed thereabouts, and quickly.

The rummaging has shadowed my eyes.

I’ve almost thrown my heart’s affections

out so often; I recovered them only

when convinced they were lost.

There is a particular humor in miracles,

which I have witnessed once or twice.