Treefuls and gutterlengths.
The dark or light hem creeping
out beneath a door. The strength
of matter is constantly tested, heaping
helping after helping of gravity,
or rain, or illness onto the land,
our heads. The body as nasal cavity,
time as neti pot, water, the hand
that pours. The human condition
is permeability, Play-Doh trying,
beneath its lid, for lotus position
even as it’s squished up and drying.