You bend your body down. The world below
flattens against your open palm. A marble
spinning in your mind wobbles and slowly
staggers off knuckle horizons where
that fool Columbus disappeared long since…
(right now) you touch each golden truth of diamond,
pebble, thorn and melt them, mince
them, mint them – tail over head. Some will sigh
and nestle. Some will cry and nettle. Some
(most) will fall wafer thin through fissure fingers.
You might try to bribe a secret from
the sky when/if you think your stack of coins
towers enough. But all the roundless frown
of rainbow says is bend your body down.