Enigmas
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
his golden feet?

I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
bell? What is it waiting for?

I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.
You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?
Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.
You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal,
and I reply by describing

how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.
You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,
which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?
Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on
the crystal architecture

of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?
You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean
spines?

The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?
The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out
in the deep places like a thread in the water?

I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its
jewel boxes
is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the
petal

hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light
and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
on the timid globe of an orange.

I walked around as you do, investigating
the endless star,
and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

I remind you of anything
walked around investigating the endless
star isn't that what you do Sonia and in
my net during the night I awoke naked
isn't that what you do don't you take
your net and throw it out into these

these far out places of quantum physics
and Systems Theory and don't you find
that the only thing you ever catch is
your own self back again like a fish

trapped inside the wind where the other
people in your system Sonia ones you
love what about these tourists here that
we feel so superior to aren't they to

like fish trapped inside the wind and I
don't know maybe even the feelings more
terrible for them because you know they
don't have words to describe it so tell
me Sonia where are all of us in there
the real people with their qualities

their longings their weaknesses
where are you inside there Sonia where's
kit
you know scientists can tell us what
life's internal metaphors are whether
they're computer chips or clocks
politicians can tell us what forms our
lives should take but I feel just as

reduced being called a system as I do
being called a clock life's just just
not condensable you know one group of
people uses one set of words to change
the world and another set of people come
along with a different set of words to
change it and I don't mind you know it's
all the same to me I don't mind the bed

it's like the seasons changing and I
like you I like your timorous courage I
like the fact that you want to make the
world a better place god knows it could
use it and I like my silly friend Jack

who's crazy enough to think that he
wants to be President of the United
States and as for me don't mind me I'm
uh

remember life feels itself life feels
itself differently perhaps in all your
words for how to manage it and even with
the best intentions in the world you'll
go wrong if you forget that life life

life life life is infinitely more than
yours or my obtuse theories about
healing the universe is an inside job
and you've helped me

and I love you and I love you too
I love you both

" I love you whatever that may be, I have seen quite a bit of it and I know there is lots I have not seen. But still, it's you, and I want you to be what you want to be "