Leaving the Library ,
All thing
All "see"ing
All knowing
The seek before the search
The time after remembering
With my right index nail, I
scrape thin foil from colory
yellow stiff paper. I do not
win 20 or two hundred million
dollars. Back home, the cu-
cumber vines are as long as
an adolescent elephant, were
they to be stretched and con-
torted so. A big yellowy green
Cucumber grows a inch a minute.
A minute of Our time likes
to say, How many seconds
can we think at the same time?
The brightest cucumber we ever
saw. Unlikely, but he gets bigger
than the rest of the garden.
He weighs 566.9 pounds.
He wins the records, even
ones he's never entered for.
Toward the end of his life,
he is bigger than Our house,
Our town. Right now, as he leaves,
No one can see anything else;
Do we live within the Big
Yellowiest Greenest
Cucumber, throughout all stars
and light waves beginning to
end, or does he dwell in us?
[ inspired by Feel Free by Nick Laird ]
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