How Not to Read a Healthy Diet

Harmony Holiday has a phrase

That’s absolutely fascinating

To the likes of us: undid scriptures.

She never explains. Her poem turns out,

And inward, to be about fathers,

Hers and his, and about loving them.

Did undid signify the undone?

The undid triumph of Sister Fame?

Something about all scriptures themselves,

Given all the pagans and shamans

In her poem’s opening phrase? We’re glad

She didn’t say. We don’t have that skill.

Every time we tie up a notion

In a phrase we think’s mysterious,

More of us come along to explain,

And then the mystery we wanted

To keep about us, to wrap up in,

With all our jabbering, comes undone.