Every curse will turn into
A blessing. (Maybe that’s why the deadly
Tropical fish are so alluring,
So psychedelic, such a medley
Of scintillation.) Everything bad
Will turn to good (I’d like the eyes
To see that now. Wouldn’t we all?
From Jupiter, how distant sunrise
Must appear.) Everything streams
From somewhere, the spongy texture of
Galaxies, the sweeping little
Electrons in the foxglove,
It all starts out as good. It all
Carries traces of advice.
The plans from brilliant nudibranchs
Up to Isaac’s sacrifice.
Yaacov David Shulman