It does not take much apparently to bring him forth
A god say or an implacable force of nature
The enormous raindrops descended
And burst upon the ground each with a portly sploosh
The great mineral mass heaves slowly awake
And gives the lie to the unconsciousness of earthy substance
And surely the eruption inspires more fear than do the clammy thunderclaps

The stout hillock having thus revealed its secret
The maiden appears in her modest clothing
Summoned it seems by the superhuman being
A melange of radiation atomic forces and
To use the conventional shorthand
Gravity
Or was it she who was in fact responsible for the uncanny revelation
Undeterred by the elemental phenomena
Or perhaps the distinctness of earth sky mind apparel salt sea and gesture
Is the real illusion

Her words simple to the point of idiocy
Nevertheless reach a profundity of decorum
Unequaled among statements of fact and place and situation
We are here or perhaps only It’s here
And the work commences geological in its slowness
The imperceptible transformation
The maddening obliteration
Magical words
Or merely words that fit the situation and the facts
The black garment the white headgear

It’s pointless to ask why they want what they want
As if lactation or hurricanes require reasons
Irresistible force in se
To make the illusion real
Hills of imaginary ice cream
Stout hillocks sheltering the immortal
This slender supplicant
Curator of incompleteness

Perhaps it’s all too fine
Perhaps the village council is right to object
Wherein is it cleanly to grouch and grumble
Wherein useful to spin up parlor tricks