Pull the discs
into the soil, turning
as you go, you facing
into the sun
or against it, into the line
of bur oaks or away,
into the direction
of finches and pelicans
or away, it doesn’t matter.

What you have to say
about this world
is that you will make it
according to your own
purposes, turn what you will,
deny what you will, wake up
tomorrow sure you did right
because to answer the sun
in any other way
would be to sow doubt.