May 17, 2007 15:24
NO PERSPECTIVE
(for Rod)
It doesn’t matter what I am, only
what I will become--
the scrape of knives in the refectory
this floral-spinal pattern lifting from the rug
diffuse white light
a water droplet’s crown of thorns
a single frame of a hummingbird in flight
view after view with no perspective
a kitten in a fishbowl
observed by the goldfish, swimming through the air
the door to the room where
my father has been waiting
all these years
with the answer to my question
my poetry