The Goldilocks Zone
By Kate Gale
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“Welcome to Kate Gale’s world. There are glass houses, a glass orchestra, sex on the roof. . . . Kate Gale knows her Bible and plays whatever music she wants on that musical instrument—but her música is always fresh, and it achieves wisdom.”—Ilya Kaminsky, author of Dancing in Odessa
“The clipped jumpy rhythm of these poems with their sudden bursts of syntax prove repeatedly that Kate Gale possesses a poetic tone and pace all her own. She is also refreshingly out of step with today’s poetry of self-absorption, for she is fascinated less by her ego than by the strange variety of the world around us.”—Billy Collins, former U.S. Poet Laureate
Kate Gale
Dr. Kate Gale is co-founder and managing editor of Red Hen Press, editor of the Los Angeles Review, and a teacher in the low residency MFA program at the University of Nebraska in poetry. She is author of seven books of poetry including The Goldilocks Zone (University of New Mexico Press) and Echo Light (Red Mountain), and, most recently, The Loneliest Girl (University of New Mexico Press). She is also the creator of six librettos including Rio de Sangre, a libretto for an opera with composer Don Davis, which had its world premiere at the Florentine Opera in Milwaukee. She lives in Los Angeles.
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The Goldilocks Zone - Kate Gale
PART I
Glass House
Scapa Flow
In 1919, over fifty warships of the German High Seas Fleet were scuttled by their crews at Scapa Flow. . . . These warships continue to haunt the seabed of Scapa Flow, making the area especially alluring to undersea divers.
Atomic energy requires clean steel.
None exists anymore. Everything contaminated.
We stood by the well, drinking water, water you pumped.
Very cold, you filled our glasses; leaves settled in.
They dive for cold steel, bring it up through water
piece by piece into open air.
The water so murky by half-life I don’t know how we drank it.
Leaves had settled through; it looked like coffee.
Those ships a diver’s paradise, skeletons of war,
you can see with a flashlight beam, a deep-water mask.
We dig the well deeper; under that well another one.
Not the first shallow well with blond hairs caught in the rim.
Scapa Flow is an underwater cartilage of an old navy.
Now moving atomic energy forward bridging a century.
You pour me deep well water, I drink, taste dark.
You drink too. Dark is okay, you say.
The House That Jack Built
We built a house of glass in the woods; rain came in.
The rain came in through the skylight, open windows.
We sealed the house; water seeped under the foundation.
We built canoes to navigate the stream from kitchen to bedroom.
All the bookshelves up high. The cement floor wore away to gravel.
We lived in a stream bed in a glass house until the sun came out.
It became hot, humid; orchids filled the place, their tendrils of longing everywhere.
Visitors said our house was unnatural, but it seemed perfectly natural to us.
Children tumbled amid orchids in summer, paddled streams in winter. Electricity not
possible, but we didn’t want it. Electricity would have forced us out of the glass house.
We’re still here in the glass and mud, the unbalanced checkbooks, poems and silence.
We hear water, breath, the house letting in light.
Land of Milk and Honey
What did you expect?
Warm milk and honey?
Eggs in a saucer?
A garden? Children playing?
What you get—a nursing home
on Mary Street where they play
Latin pop music, serve refried beans;
the television room smells yellow.
People visit; you can’t remember
who they are or why they’re here.
They want you to sign forms,
talk to children, eat candy.
You’d like to get back to the ball game.
That—you remember. You and Teddy
with a pocket full of condoms chasing birds
Saturday night after the boxing match.
Teddy laughing on the streetcar.
Teddy always had whiskey handy.
Whatever happened to Teddy?
Now there was a character.
They say he’s been dead twenty years.
Died of a heart attack. Good man.
God, you tire of TV and people coming by.
Except the ball games. God, you miss Teddy.
Goldilocks Zone
One of the keys to the search for other habitable planets is the Goldilocks Zone. Also called the habitable zone or life zone, the Goldilocks Zone is an area of space in which a planet is just the right distance from its home star so that its surface is neither too hot nor too