How Little I Know
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Jonathan Gans
Jonathan Gans is the author of two previous collections of poetry, both published by Xlibris—"49 Poems—Where Are You Leading Me Now” (2000) and “How Little I know” (2010). He is an elementary school educator in Big Sky, Montana where he lives and teaches among wild animals. He is not a saint, nor does he know any. Except this one.
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How Little I Know - Jonathan Gans
Copyright © 2010 by Jonathan Gans.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2010909892
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4535-3314-7
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To Katherine, with respect, admiration, and deep gratitude for our twelve years together and all that you brought out in me.
CONTENTS
PAMPHLET I
GODS
Plea Bargain
Loofah
Tire
The Yoga Instructor
Not A Thing At All
AUTOPSY
Homecoming
Brazil Beach Bottle
The Book of Grades
Changeling
From the Center of the Bowl
Schylla and Carybdis
Beside the Painting
Hotel for the Blind
Screen Door
Luis
Us and Darwin
Signature
Luis’ Blanket
White Ocean
The Baptised Rat
Perfidy
PAMPHLET II
ANIMALS
Moth
Alabama
The Woodpecker and I
Shade
Antarctica
Potential
The Dancing Crow
Afternoon on the Sofa
Anteater
Locust
True North
Crocodile
How the Goat Gets What It Needs
The Weanling Lamb
The Small of Life
Agape—the Gate
The Door in the Grass
PAMPHLET III:
HUMANITY
The Prisoner’s Musk
Ruin
When Men Talk
Shine
The Colonel in His Garden
Log Lifting in Snowfall
Menchero’s Thumbnail
Snow Man
Making Love to the Deaf
Proof of the Past
Cup of Water
The Life at Dawn
The Laundress Takes Up Her Pen
Umbria
Zero
The Turning Thought
Arm’s Length
Reckless Behavior
Success is No Mistake
Conclusion
White Science
Torn Down
Basra / Marcos Island
Nails
A Way
Heaven Taxi
A Life in the Distance
PAMPHLET IV:
FANTASY
Ulysses Housekeeping
The Stone Bed
Yard Work
Tourette’s Syndrome Protocols
Detroit
Errands in Soul City
Boat Show Miami
Stroll
Anomalies
36D
Hot Properties
Puttanesca
Breeze
Our Life Next Year
Carbon
Liaison
Love Pilot
KNIFE
Night in the Swamp
Echo
Flood
PAMPHLET V
ROMANCE
Turquoise
Distractions
Tell Me
Medicine
The Geologist’s Lover
Gardener
The Good Witch
Sea of Errors
Night of Warm Cotton
Smaller Things
SEASONING
TRAIN RIDE SOUTH
Cocktails
The Cupcake
Interrogation
STORY, LITE
Moon Spray
Reception
While the Tea Cools
PAMPHLET I
GODS
JB GODS 1.jpgPLEA BARGAIN
Take me to your room, your bed
Your quarters where you sleep in a small cell
Down the hall from the false gods’ dormitory
For you are THE God, are you not?
Do you make love with the victims of fate
Who have fallen outside your peripheral vision
Just before they die and transmigrate
Back to your laboratory?
Oh, Divine, why may we humans not have graceful sex?
Down in the streets
The wind blows clean the city
And another wind behind it blows
Fresh junk from down the block
The sanitation crews are well employed
To sweep and bag and cart away
But there is no away
they find
It’s been a stretch to extend my hand to greet you
You always seem to be holding a tool
For instance, a long handled spade
To turn over earth and lay aside
May I too discover what lies beneath each clod
May I too bury my embarrassments
Under the corner stone of a garden shed
How hopeful that abandon
of enfolding seeds in soil
LOOFAH
One time I showered with God
To save water
You know, he surprised me by remarking,
I didn’t really create this stuff, this water
No, it was an accident, he slurped
Ducking his red and curly head of hair
Under the warm massaging jets
Things got hot from the friction of creation
And I had to find something that would cool them down
So I went to the fridge and there was one Mother Egg
The wife hadn’t saved to boil and devil with her mayo
Mustard and curry so I thought
This might be useful and cracked it open
Over one of the poles the white stuff
Spreading over everything
Filled in every nook and cranny? I asked
Scrubbing His back for a change
Started out as all ocean, and went from there
You just set it in motion and walked away?
I left the development part to a higher power
But I have to say it’s really taken off
Why just the other day
(toweling off his red and spiny, cactus skin)
An agnostic hiker in the Bridger Mountains quenched his thirst
At a cleft in the rocks from an icy trickle
And for one long moment on his way to the top
Paused, refreshed, and believed in me
TIRE
These discounted minutes add slowly to an hour
The tires on a discarded trailer in my woods
Round on three sides but dead on their haunches
Like the mind in middle age that broadens and hunkers down to earth
After the eyes have seen so much they droop with baggage
Walking through dead leaves in late autumn I promise
To take at least one eye on vacation, skirting the smoldering volcanoes
Their ash cloud irritants until the hub of the eye the iris
Weakened from all its leading movements over waves
Rests prone on the firm flesh of wind scarred sand
There have been uncounted times the bracelet of the pupil
Was awash in tears that rinsed the rusting rim
Over young lives spent cheaply, death dealing bad bargains
Decades in prison pissing bad DNA, come now to the October vision
Colored from the tannic acid of fallen leaves
I dispatch a boy to the distant end of a road through the woods
To begin his seemingly lifelong task of heaping the damp
And airless mounds into the gray wheelbarrow
I see even from this quarter