Aubade at Bosque Redondo
Almost nothing has changed
about the world. We're still bound
to go on having this hunch
everything has left us or is waiting
for the worst possible moment to do so.
It's still our custom as a people
to measure our lives by our longing,
our longing by our treasure, our treasure
by the little pieces of jewelry
we let slip out of our hands
and clink down the drain, gone forever.
The prevailing theory is that if we try
hard enough an entire history
of diamond stud earrings will gurgle
forth, as lonely for us as we are for them.
The airplanes of America disembark.
The passengers look up, sensing the first
inch toward that next city.
Copyright Credit: Carrie Fountain, "Aubade at Bosque Redondo" from Burn Lake . Copyright © 2010 by Carrie Fountain. Reprinted by permission of Penguin Random House LLC.