for Nicole
sibyl
you are reserved and wise
you have a word and eyes
for everybody and everything
big and soft like Michelangelo's
sibyl's that turns aside
whose face is sad and sweet
As things may soon go down
you give them a swift swipe
with your tennis racket
the future is a basket
the qualities of the self the fruit
that's why you train and work
to shore up a sort of bulwark
and when things sway
be ready for the play.
Had Michelangelo maybe thought
that Delphi could also be
a tennis court?