Issue 2.2
Summer 2022
Heikki Huotari
Reflection
This poem is a lucid dream that the author had, and which the reader is free to have too.
Freeing Zebras
Shy of certainty, you'll ask the school of fish what
school it is and if you act your age then Jesus will
have naught to do with you. The supplement, the
salt lick will become the tongue.
As past extrapolation holds no candle, gawking at a
flora or a fauna I become one. I can't have what the
Almighty's having so I'll have what the Almighty
recommends – what could go wrong?
To those opposed to knowing clones I offer my
anthology, to all I did or will offend. The
bifurcation and postponement bifurcated and
postponed, will someone scramble my priorities
while I'm not watching? Why won't someone ask
the midpoint what the difference between the two
endpoints is?
By dint of my detection, elementary particles spin
neither up nor down. There is no blood on my
hands. Though caught in the act of freeing zebras, I
deny I'm setting zebras free.
Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. Since retiring from academia/mathematics he has published poems in numerous literary journals, including Pleiades, Spillway, the American Journal of Poetry and Willow Springs, and in five collections.