Hoop

1

God twirled

across the face of

what cannot be named

since it was not moving.

God was momentum then,

that impatience

with interruption,

stamping time's blanks

with its own image.

2

Now her theme will be

that she has escaped

certain destruction,

that she is

impossibly lucky.

This theme should be jaunty

but slightly discordant,

coming in, as it does,

so late.

The character

associated with this theme

should be dressed

in markedly old-fashioned clothing—

a hoop skirt perhaps—

while everyone else

is in cut-offs,

ready for the barbeque.