his solid shape evaporated in space and
time and
he splashed into a metal pail where his shoes
just stood.
i stared into the bucket, calling to him
through reflections of flying animals
below.
i touched my fingertip to the water as
a dogwood peal and it rippled into
waves, splashing
over the edges and then
collapsing back in on himself,
slowly coming to a stillness to reflect
the flying animals as traces,
residual images in opposite colors:
orange to blue and red to green.
i plunged my hand as a child
chubby, pink and ruddy, dirt under my nails,
down
to the bottom of the inside of his
pail and felt the cool metal
against the raised grooves of my fingertips--
the water stayed still around my forearm,
pale white as half-and-half,
surrounded in his blue...
No comments:
Post a Comment