here is my experiment with the dark 
we run to the top of the street and crossing it

become aware of the fountain’s lip and mosaics

under water pink blue hyaline we step through

the foot bath yes the gold leaf is holding on 
here is my experiment with stars 
it is a dormitory on the top floor this two o’clock

the babies wrapped loosely in sheets asleep

and somehow not falling out of their little moulded beds

the blinds drawn down the afternoon heat 
here is my experiment with humours 
aqueous the home movie

tears on the lens and always the return

to rivers their flumes and fumeroles

so plural so carrying so carried away 
here is my experiment with light 
which leaves me now the dear shapes

gone to sound the end wrapped around

the beginning a piano in a dark room that is

quite what it is like and never the same 
here is my experiment with river 
memory and the wind ruffles her hair

there are no fences on the sun only a truck

bouncing on the flood its wheels gone and us inside

scared to death and still steering 
here is my experiment with rain 
we swim and let the current take us

where it will which is some toehold around

the corner under cliffs of black honeycomb

the saltwater pool afloat on its concrete rim 
here is my experiment with amygdala  
in the morning we find a bar and marmelata

as the sun comes up and the streets are cool

a slice of duomo at the end of each stony block

an orchestration a theatre of the mind 
here is my experiment with immanence 
who was waiting there who was asking me

to look at heaven from the end of a dark wharf

and when I did when I raised my empty eyes

the city was there a necklace of light a horizon 
here is my experiment with periphery 
who was asking me not to forget

rippling scales in another room a gallery

at the top of the stairs a cupola a vault

a canopy a river of light on the ceiling