WestWords Perfect Pair – 17.06.2014

THE SUN UNDERFOOT 
AMONG THE SUNDEWS

By Amy Clampitt

 

An ingenuity too astonishing
to be quite fortuitous is
this bog full of sundews, sphagnum-
lined and shaped like a teacup.
                                            A step
down and you’re into it; a
wilderness swallows you up:
ankle-, then knee-, then midriff-
to-shoulder-deep in wetfooted
understory, an overhead
spruce-tamarack horizon hinting
you’ll never get out of here.
                                    But the sun
among the sundews, down there, 
is so bright, an underfoot
webwork of carnivorous rubies,
a star-swarm thick as the gnats 
they’re set to catch, delectable 
double-faced cockleburs, each
hair-tip a sticky mirror
afire with sunlight, a million
of them and again a million,
each mirror a trap set to 
unhand unbelieving,
                            that either
a First Cause said once, “Let there 
be sundews,” and there were, or they’ve
made their way here unaided
other than by that backhand, round-
about refusal to assume responsibility
known as Natural Selection. 
                                       But the sun
underfoot is so dazzling
down there among the sundews,
there is so much light 
in the cup that, looking, 
you start to fall upward.

 
 
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