are we living in Olympus?
each evening on TV
we look across the room
to look down on the planet
to see the weather for tomorrow
wake up tomorrow to sunshine, but
it’s going to cloud up by noon; then there’s a
twenty percent chance of showers with a mix
of sunshine, temperature in the mid-teens . . .
our senses extend farther than we can see
farther than we can hear or smell or taste
contemporary humans can sit at home
and watch a little vehicle troll around Mars.
what would we look like to the primitive
on his hill top, looking for the signs?
see the porcupine, Medusa’s snakes,
the anemone, the cactus, the dandelion
all white and fluffy the Inca god
the Fire god — our brains are not
blocks of cauliflower to be carved out
but misty tentacles that reach out
everywhere everything everytime
see all hear all know all
comprehend —
