By Reginald Gibbons
The thick-walled roomâ€™s cave-darkness,
cool in summer, soothes
by saying, This is the truth, not the taut
Rest here, out of the flameâ€”the thick airâ€™s
stirred by the fanâ€™s four
slow-moving spoons; under the house the stone
has its feet in deep water.
Outside, even the sun god, dressed in this life
as a lizard, abruptly rises
on stiff legs and descends blasÃ© toward the shadows.