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)