The First Thought Requires No Adjustment

​The first thought requires
No adjustment—the thought of how
The cosmos ought to be--
The spin ice and the Holstein cow,

Because, you understand,
If you do something right,
You don’t have to change
Your mind. That isn’t so bright

To create a house and then seek
Variances. But once the house
Was built and the children 
Playing, laundry drying, one spouse

Saying, “Dear, I think we need
To talk,” the power of their life
Stretches, pulses, causes 
Re-evaluations, the knife

On the mantel could hurt someone,
The cat seeks a chaise longue
To trim its nails, the dripping
Trail of a soapy sponge,

Then you cry, Oh Architect!
I know I don’t deserve it,
But please come back, adjust
This home, somehow I don’t fit.

To exist, to fit right there,
Right there in the plans,
Is sweet, is approved,
Attested to by artisans,

Fitting into the deep structure,
The force of tau or quark or color,
That justifies its nature
A sweet, tornadoing cruller.