Solution

A solution is found
when creatures
from the last ice age
band together
to survive.

Circumstances spin
like the mobile
above a baby crib.

Follow along
with an endearing
first person,

a penguin.

You won't get far.

You're the thing
that waits

to trap
each passing thought,

the anxious
blank
that God loves.

Copyright © 2008 Rae Armantrout All rights reserved
from Columbia Poetry Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission