beyond the seas it steered
chips splattered through the window
and that time all was clear
in forest and in hedgerow
the maker of puzzles played
with eras, words, and things
and the lightning’s roundish blade
rocked through roses’ circling rings
and lagoon flames whispered soft
and oceans bubbled up
the broad-clawed creature coughed
like a boiling kettle cup
and knitted his own thought
into loves me loves me not
will tighten the netting taut—
will lift all the netting’s knots