Primeval Mercies

You go back and forth—
Sports, poems, novel, sky,
Novel, sports, poems, sky.

You’re looking for us,
The ones that will rise
Like the lake sturgeon,

To scrape our scales clean
On the shallow rocks.
There are many lakes—

In the news, the books,
The air, blue with clouds,
Adorable air

You can’t worship now
In such discomfort
While you search for us.