A squirrel is a living sine wave
arcing from telephone pole to telephone pole.
It is a wavelet racing across the rising swell of highway,
crest and trough just the same; an eye
winking in the sun or headlights-
just a pebble in the surf.
Like the curve a dogged mathematician draws
filling page after page, searching
with the line into the dark
and after the light;
a squirrel is a timorous, shivering
waver that is
ever pursuing onward.