The elephants enter soft the way
the evening sky is sometimes soft
before a storm, when gravity
will hold its breath for thunderbeasts
whose curl and coil cannot be tamed.
Clowns rule circumference and pluck
disorder from the cloudy edge
of smile, strutting along a boundary
where luck, and luck's companion—sorrow—
stroll together arm in arm.
Beneath a firmament of tent
a child will swing again the simple
wooden swing in her backyard,
and gravity will hold its breath,
will hold her vast unquiet in its hands.
Gwendolyn Jensen's poems have appeared in the following journals: Amethyst Arsenic, Beloit Poetry Journal, The Comstock Review, The Malahat Review, Measure, Nashville Review, Salamander, and Sanskrit.