Convinced our glass doors hold

The secret to another world,

A nosy robin today hurled 

Herself against them, sold


On something more than need,

On a deeper and exacting quest,

Our see-through palimpsest

Offering all who dare the seed


Of a waving strange expanse,

Collapsed by light to melting trees,

Glowing flowered filigrees

Of coral scraps and celing fans,


A counterpane where, without words,

We go about our quantum chores

Behind the shiny oscilating doors

To the jealousy of birds.


August 15th, 2003