Calling Nature

what loneliness on this japanese night
waiting for the haiku moon
subtle humming and breathing
taut humid air a million guitars
singing the music beyond the range of our telescopes
we have combed her in science:
naming the ocean organs
sampling symbiotic lice
preserving her fingerprints with plasters
geologic birthday cards

I have looked for her number
in a thousand phone books
in a thousand languages
and found a thousand years
of possibilities

on this lonely japanese night
waiting for the haiku moon
I press 0 for the operator
"This is a collect call."
"Name?"
"I have no name."
and the phone begins to ring...