NOT ONE THING

Living deep in this
Body, mind being
Distraction. Always

Reach for whatever, thorn
-stemmed rose or gorgeously
Fingered frog who may
Sweat poison. Why not trick

Out my fingertips
And suction myself
Hard to a leaf among

Droplets I am small
Enough to sip. Fill, then
Founder. In time I will

Have nothing left to touch,
Nothing to touch it with.

ARTICHOKE

Paris Botanical Garden

They came out of some
-where, those tight-wound
Globes in the produce section, but

This plant might have
Landed from space, taller
Than I am and arms out

-spindling to send me all
Directions at once, each wrist
breaking into a new time

And place: here a bud not yet
Open, there a blossom bright
Purple and so sexed-out in the sun

Bees can’t help themselves, get
Drunk and burrow in to feel
Tiny petals caressing them

All over, little legs scrabbling
Every which way. Then
Look here: fruit

Has plumped out all but
Ripe, its blush pinking so
I keep my eyes right on it.

DEGAS DANCERS

The animal of them gauzes
And abstracts, skirts

Emitting light in clouds. For us
Through him they remain beasts

Plowing the studio’s field. In this
Degas differed from none: he blocked

Bodies to make them
Work for him. The men come into

Paint differently, the Nabis not
Daubed and frivolous but wearing dark

Suits, poised to speak, drawn
To make the world

Explode. Not like these
Assemblages of arms and legs

Akimbo as you like, those
Breasts, those lazy eyes, that hair.

The Prophets: Bonnard, Denis, Ranson, Vuillard, Roussel, Vallotton, Sérusier, Cazalis National Gallery, London, 2023

Katharine Coles’ tenth collection of poems, Time and Chance, will be published by Turtle Point Press in 2025; her ninth, Ghost Apples, was published by Red Hen Press in June 2023.  Her prose books include The Stranger I Become: on Walking, Looking, and Writing (essays, Turtle Point Press), Look Both Ways (memoir, Turtle Point Press), and two novels.  She has received awards from the National Endowment for the Arts, the National Endowment for the Humanities, the National Science Foundation’s Antarctic Artists and Writers Program (to write the collection of poems The Earth Is Not Flat), and the Guggenheim Foundation.