[There is someone who knows]
There is someone who knows.
In no beginning
was there just one language
nor did the surface gleam
with nineteen hours
of music as in our body-heat
through the head & limbs
the thumb and index finger
to form the ovular OH
of our self-fathering fable
war flail ≈ morning star
The original garden erudite,
lush lawn, & round
of trees
behind the limestone square, night
rain out of paper, under
the lights of the narrow
path up the rose hill.
From a dark corner rising now
to write orange with a knife
over green of the elusive
wall no one is watching
Copyright Credit: Roberto Tejada, “[There is someone who knows]” from Exposition Park. Copyright © 2010 by Roberto Tejada. Reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press.
Source: Exposition Park (Wesleyan University Press, 2010)