This notional universe may be notionally finite
and Earth's gravity a footnote force
in an expansive essay on light-oceans
But with measured lashes you
insinuate, spin, shimmer
irradiating little pulsar-eyes
Shown thus to be porous in the extreme
still I sail for you in a catamaran:
we shall sip tea on the high plains
but I cannot hold the two of you at once.
When I release that clumsy vastness --
needy and jealous as the universe can be --
for the approximate smallness of you
we are finite as summer blueberry tea
steeped in notions of sticky perfection\
for Ann
19 July 2011