Rabbit Hole

X marks the spot where the sky’s wounds
were sewn closed with stitches –

Needing heavy rope, hawsers really,
leaving scars angrier than dawn,

The sun trying to squint through sutures
of dead-eye x's,

His surgeon says "You’ll never walk again."
and Apollo just shrugs, never saw it coming,

The bagel-bike riding voodoo rabbit, who knew?
would tear open the space-time continuum –

Angels ripped from their seats, holes blown in the side 
of their flight from Tallahassee to Akron,

Darkness, that lubricant of dreams, a blot
leaking like the Exxon Valdez into bright day,

Distant heartbeats heard like furious bongos, 
from dead and dying gods in the ICU.
 
World leaders demanding to know
how did this happen?

“Words, Ma’am.” “Words they shout? Words did this?”
"Poetry, Ma'am. Crazy language and such."

Yet nobody believed that, no-one could imagine that words
could create and destroy worlds.

Had to be aliens, or the Russians, or the Clintons, 
or Troglodytes from under the earth.

But while the hole was open, 
the flow went both ways –

I saw birds loosed into heaven,
I heard singing that went up to the sky

Then beyond, I saw a rainbow on stilts
step over the river, then walk up a mountain

To the promised land. I held your hand
as we watched out the window, 

you read Mary Oliver's Wild Geese to me,
and we saw a flight of them wing on, heading home.

Miz Quickly