Easter Wings

Under Hermes,
my graduate students assure me

poetry is characterized—
terrorized,

one might say—by what they menacingly
call semantic indeterminacy,

or instability, or contingency,
or chance.

Usually they call it disjuncture.
Unsure

of what they mean exactly, I prove it,
removing

my shoes.
What shows

on the full-body scan—
no wish to imagine.