Bowl
Turn it over and look up
into the sphere of heaven.
The tracery is lucent,
light seeping through to write,
white-ink your face, upturned.
Swing it below
and it's a cradle of blue water,
the sea, a womb.
A mixing bowl
for Babylonian gods.
Here, they whirl up the cosmos.
Pick it up and your hands
form a pedestal,
and all who drink
contain the arcs
of body and the universe—
and between them,
no imaginable tear or distance.
Copyright Credit: "Bowl" by Valerie Martinez from World to World, published by University of Arizona Press. Copyright 2004 by Valerie Martinez. Reprinted by permission of the author.
Source: World to World (The University of Arizona Press, 2004)