some people stand outside in the thin air
to look for lines that make a grid, a net
and finally reveal
a system, where
there was nothing but air
look up and hope to find what’s real
the way Moses had to and the other prophets
the sky a drawing board to sketch abstractions
with lines around its boxes, forces, waves
to plot what happens and how much
or lovers have to, looking at the stars
for what to do
when they have one shoe off
but haven’t dropped the other
need to know now but nobody will tell them
— Bruce Kawin
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Author: The Best American Poetry