The Aristocratic Universal Bride
I will sing a poem for
The Universal bride
she arrives on Friday night
as if for a wedding
— do we imagine her?
dressed all in white
the jewels the train of the bride
where’d you get that dress?
We do. We do imagine her,
We sing her a wedding song
the wedding party
we anticipate her as the sun
makes its way home in the west.
We dress nicely for her
it’s a wedding!
We dress in white
wool, cool in the summer
warm in the winter
the way wool holds the body heat
made from sheep ordinarily
could be made from rabbits I suppose
made from goats,
I suppose you could make wool from any furry creature
but not that greasy cat that lives in my basement
wool from sheep’s wool from sheep
sheep’s wool has scales that overlap
like shingles on a roof,
Wool taken from sheep produced for meat
typically it’s more coarse
merino wool, nice, very fine.
Don’t think me irreverant to describe the mystical bride
— it’s just
I am seeing her as I write this
and the wool is
The bride herself may be wearing wool
only the finest
I don’t suppose she will be wearing
wool marrying in — oh Memphis, Tennessee
the desert bride no longer comes looking for her beloved
dressed that way anyway,
The wool is clean white long fine
and free of defects from the environment
that alone would be worthy of a proper welcome
especially from someone like James Joyce
or Dylan Thomas who –
Wore wool, scratchy, smelling like tobacco.
Neither of them would think that the whole Mystical bride
imagery was a lot of hooey
I guarantee it
they would go deep into it
for its beauty in language and form
and for its wool that they wore every day,
greeting her or not.
Wool has greater crimp, crimp —
the number of bends per unit length along the wool fiber
a fine wool like merino may have up to a hundred
crimps an inch
wool fabrics have great bulk and retain air
which causes WOOL to retain heat.
It works both ways
how do we understand that?
Bedouins of the great deserts and Tuaregs wear
wool to keep the heat out.
I saw this myself in the great desert
my Bedouin driver wore wool sweaters buttoned up in 120 degree heat.
He didn’t sweat into the wool either.
The sun is skating down her dress the last of its rays
the Universal bride is looking for us
it’s time to welcome her —
Come my beloved
Let us greet her
the wedding song the wedding poem
forget about what she’s wearing
sing the wedding poem:
This is it
come my beloved
welcome the bride
Here she comes the Bride
check out the wool
yes, yes it is fine white
can’t make out the details
She has come looking for God.