by Allan Peterson
I believe it was either forever or an eight
no longer lazy on the page,
because things took longer after that,
had longer lifetimes,
and that was their sign in continuous curls.
I do not believe in the Big Bang
or the Steady State.
I believe I am neither innocent nor guilty.
I believe if I face the water
foxes tiptoe behind me. If watching land,
dolphins and marlins
leap and spin deliberately. I believe each day
the tide exposes new continents
so the old maps are useless,
that the wigeons will reshovel the shore,
that this will not happen again,
not this way, not any, never.