Somewhere in the other world,
which Calvin daily visited
to do his morning exercises,
strengthening and stretching
his great lengthy limbs, he looked
around, while leaning back, to see
a twirling up of coiling tender
threads and slender lines attain
the height appropriate to meet
his eyes, and suddenly the whirligig
and Calvin knew that they were
destined to be lovers. In the other
world you don’t need any covers
to protect you from the eyes
of passersby – indeed the other
world encourages the overt act.
And so, without the need for tact,
they tangled up in public in bright
yellow light: and caused a new
inimitable fact to come to pass:
a hybrid knot of linearity and mass
the likes of which no creature
either here or in the other world
would ever have predicted to exist.
So that’s what happened when
the whirligig and Calvin kissed.
By now, though, they’re a yawn.
The other world and we await
the dawn of something newly
aberrant: even if, as with
the whirligig and Calvin, we
won’t stay interested for long.