The fourth in a series of twelve poems written at a shuttered window. Originally published in the anthology Terra Firma in 2004, and first posted here in 2014.
Only in their upper extremities
may we find primacy,
blue being dominant and interspersed
with clouds, a map folded to join distant reaches.
But borders share more than edges. Their
shapes denote subtlety, the material
strength of reason and the untouchable,
an unmeasured practice brought to bear, like
depth of passion, or the concept of containment.
Width is merely a symptom of device.