YETIS

That yetis invented chess, if they did,

Cuts no ice with me. My brother likes chess

As did my Grandfather Joe but I was never

Much one for patient strategy. Besides,

Orang utans, when not murdering Marie Roget,

Brought backgammon into the world and tarsiers

Invented language in order to make puns

And where has it gotten them? Granted,

There is a yeti in my house -- quite likely the one

Who stayed with the great Wasliya Szymborska.

Granted, too, that he’s brought a chessboard

And holds a white pawn in one of his hands …

Very well – I chose, of course, the left hand

How my grandfather would have laughed

As if he always wins when his ghosts

Demands he meet them in Union Square

And play until the day breaks.

GRANDFATHER

He had strange, wonderful tools
But could fix his daughter's watch
With a knife tip and a bent wire.
His own watch was always
Precisely five minutes fast.
His shadow kept time by the sun;
The two of them never agreed.

When my grandfather played chess
In Union Square, his shadow
Would wander away to listen
To the blind man and his daughter;
She sang; her father played a flute.
Sometimes the shadow danced.

16 GAMES OF CHESS

When his wife died in childbirth

On February 25, 1927 my grandfather Joe

Felt his heart stop and then contract

Until it was small and hard and round

And cold as a marble. Ase, his brother,

Brought him home and sat with him.

Joe's deft fingers shook. For three days

He sat in the dark. On the fourth,

My great aunts Jenny and Lena

Brought his chess set from the apartment

Joe never visited again. Jenny opened the blinds

While Lena set up the board. She won

Fifteen games in a row.

She thought she was winning game sixteen

When Joe's eyes narrowed. "Mate in five," he said.

"So you remember how to talk?" said his sister.

QUERIES

Tapping his long fingers on the keys
John Donne asked Google
"The lost years-- where?
The Devil's foot -- who cleft by?"
His machine sang "I don't know
But I've been told
Streets of Heaven
Are lined with gold."
Dissatisfied, Donne typed
"How get with child mandrake root?
Falling star -- how catch?"
His machine blinked and said
"I'll tell you after I've
Completed my design
To keep the Mennai Bridge from rust
By boiling it in wine."
The soul of Borges, who had come
To challenge Donne to a game of chess
Or a ferocious duel, depending,
Asked "John, how long
Since you've rebooted that thing?"