Timothy Donnelly
The Material World
The properties, the causes, the evidence, the aromas.
What wafted up off the forest floor and what glues itself
together by chance. What roots midair. What stops midsentence!
fills the dank gymnasium stair when management props
open the door in the heat with a trash bin. Tree bark, leaf mold, the oils
off fallen needles. Certain mushrooms send light signals
the way scorpions and jellyfish do. An eerie green glow
attractive to arthropods, whose visits hasten spore dispersal.
I know this for a fact: the alternating white and black
rings on a ring-tailed lemur’s tail, thirteen of each, are there
on purpose. Night’s overcoat of messages. What cakes up the intake
valves and sputtering. What fights against its automation
briefly, like a planet. Daylight caught in the baleen of its pixels.
Skeins of code, suspension cables. What feels the bridge
seaming when it walks it. A walk in the plural. The placedness of
everything repeated. The stark markings help them to communicate
through their vanishing habitat, where flood tides of merchandise
mesmerize the workforce, who can’t make out what danger
they’re electing. Omens come in three. Three or more lemurs make
a conspiracy. To conspire is to breathe with. A pattern strikes the eye.
Timothy Donnelly's books include The Cloud Corporation (2010), winner of the Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award, The Problem of the Many (2019), and Chariot, which will be published by Wave Books this spring. He teaches at Columbia University and lives in Brooklyn.