Supercooled Helium Can Flow

​(Supercooled helium can flow
In two streams, each passing through
The other. How different they are
Than one, but not yet two.)

Imprisoned, in a vise,
And your spirit wants unfettered
Sky. It wants to drink,
The light, lettered or unlettered,

No barrier across the road
On Mt. Amana, no tree,
No weather report, no time
Of night, claims of moral necessity,

But joy. Everything behind a railing
Is a mushroom beneath the dripping
Leaves, I want the leaves, the rain,
I want the climb on the slipping

Shale… how difficult these squiggles,
These ants, beneath the pathless paths,
“Uncover my eyes so that I may see”
The crystal chambers past maths.