From the Middle

How much of everything is pure

Getting ready. Dressing, pushing the button

Asquint through its machined furl

Only to unbutton, the eyes-open moment

Revealed. Ask any animal: nudity isn’t

The same as nakedness. Once you’ve seen

A dangling, you can’t unsee it, and

From that anything might ensue.

There’s the rub. Taking the long view

You could say the future is romantic

I suppose. Also something you

Could never do without, though its bric-

a-brac is purely theoretical, until

It’s arranged. Or not. Then, a miracle?