for I.M. Pei & the Suzhou Museum
We are seduced by it, incited to prayer
in the white cathedral, this Temple of Ra,
light tumbling, floating around us.
Wisterias in the atrium twist
over themselves in a spotlight,
all shadows washed clean,
while outside, far mountains undulate
in the pond, the rockscape reflecting,
glittering. A woman bends to blur
the surface, her face, and all its tragedies
of childhood and beyond, scattering
in concentric waves; her baptism,
ours, in the elemental synthesis
of Rock. Wood. Water. Sky:
We watch it happening.
We can’t even talk about it.