The universe is a holograph
(That’s different from a hologram.)
“Gather us together from all the ends
Of the earth.” Here comes a clam.
All of its legs are controlled by its brain
And they scuttle together. That gives it grace.
Sometimes in the smoky bar
Where everyone thinks that he’s an ace.
You find a shiny dime, and
Your thousand dollars are complete.
In the library, you don’t see the book
You want. You see it, but the heat
Blurs your vision. You open it,
But it appears dim, hard to see.
But you have that shiny dime
And dream a shiny ABC.
Yaacov David Shulman