eternity today.
The other part
controlling us
lay me down
on the floor crying
until I was still
enough to see the complex
structure of the cob
web stout;
built by the invisible-
at-home guest who, between
some recent day ago and my
cheery old hope
Of the rusted verdigris, long tin,
once used for potatoes, then kindling,
then rocks outside, then brought in again,
some recent day ago when the fireplace
was cleared from winter, and after the larger
guests were heard singing there; this invisible,
fragile, non-member of our consciousness came,
and stout, complex, extravagant bearer of light
and dust, built this cob
web that saw, from the other part
controlling, maybe, my lying down
on the floor crying, until I was
still enough to see the view.
Posted by nancy at August 24, 2009 03:44 PM