Bear at the zoo

the bear figures the safe enclosure
padding open mouthed
head weaving

even after dark
when kids have left,
the park quiet.

after chewing yellow moonlight,
it wears grooves
in poured concrete.

love too spins, hemmed by fake rocks,
its wildness locked,
mouth and nose dripping –

all animal orders apace,
higher and lower orders,
hunger for fur they can’t reach

we look out locked in habit
pendulums marking time,
while spectators smile at us,

filaments in cool spaces
serene, dispassionate
their balloons tugging the air.


First published at Lyre Lyre, April 2013