The apparent confinement, revealing
one’s body carried aloft,
or another’s, receding,
flows into the horizontal
and earns a new approach: torsos
divided and become
ornamental, forms varying so
as to relieve the eye, and
in the end, deceive.
In this place darkness blesses all.
This was the first of a series of twelve pieces written at a desk in front of a shuttered window. I was taken with how a simple adjustment of the slats affected perception – that what I saw was only a disjointed portion of what there was to see. The series originally appeared in the anthology Terra Firma.