Charles Wright–“Heaven’s Eel”
A slight wrinkle on the pond.
A small wind and the rumpled clouds’ reflection.
Ho hum . . . What’s needed is something under the pond’s skin,
Something we can’t see that controls all the things that we do see.
Something long and slithery,
something we can’t begin to comprehend,
A future we’re all engendered for, sharp teeth, Lord, such sharp teeth.
Heaven’s eel, long and slick,
Full moon gone, with nothing in its place.
A doe is nibbling away at the long stalks of the natural world
Across the creek.
It’s good to be here.
It’s good to be where the world’s quiescent, and reminiscent.
No wind blows from the far sky.
Beware of prosperity, friend, and seek affection.
The eel’s world is not your world,
but will be soon enough.