COMMITMENT

COMMITMENT

One vermillion, one dull as mustard
Pestled with sift of a House of Bread,
Before my widow's coals, my moabitess
Eyes, two deserts constitute themselves.

Emergent form of alien maize:
Bewildering fields of my lonely heart;
Double-dendrite rows of my familiar mind:
Synaptic present-nest of barley spikelits.

I find the coarse weave of night's apron,
And in the dark I hiss to old Boaz,
I've come in from the fields.
He stirs over, a pale and fleshy fish,

And fearfully he droops, Who's that there?
Your convert handmaiden, I answer.