From biology through mythology, Kay Ryan ends this poem with an allusion to Coleridge’s Visitor. Don’t answer the door. Make some time, just some wee bit of time, to relish the judiciously placed repetition . . . as if examining the patterns of yolk splatter.
A chick has just so much time
to chip its way out, just so much
One backward look by any of us
can cost what it cost Orpheus.
Neither may you answer
the stranger’s knock:
you know it is the Person from Porlock
who has dreams for dinner,
his napkin stained the most delicate colors.
Kay Ryan “Doubt” in The Best of It: New and Selected Poems (Grove Press, 2010)
And so for day 2213