SHADOW BOX

(formerly FILM, version 4)

 

Fog descended from the silver of a higher realm,

Aspens wavering like tinsel on the tide, 

A girl’s eye clouded up with film

In whose seas are better ends implied,

 

Blizzards sloshing in her mirrored cage,

The breeze a ripple from her dripping tap,

Mountains, pines, and snowed-in sage

Mottled by her naked, scudding map;

 

Landscapes painted on that soapsud skin, 

All the galaxy inside her globe,

The very liquid that she washes in

Xeroxed on the water’s stippled robe,

 

Ocean incubated in a box:

A world only briefly bound by locks.

 

Tippet Alley

December 11th - 20th, 2008

 

NOTES ON SHADOW BOX