Place a clock on a shelf for a least two weeks
Look at the clock and trust that it knows time
Allow life to continue, forget about the clock but continue to glance its way: make sandwiches, fill glasses with water, scatter and gather toys
One night, remove the clock
You will find yourself turning your head and searching for the time
The clock wants to get back up on the shelf but is locked in the closet
Now the missing clock wants your gaze
Showing posts with label Magic Markers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Magic Markers. Show all posts
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Maybe the poem can be
the prints skittering across the snow-skinned yard
and the wondering about the small body who produced them
The melting artifact with the teeming forest breathing in its ear
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Magic Markers
Magic Markers
Make a thing
a snow globe
a chart with names of humans
who didn’t know
they would be related to you
a quiche
a drawing with Magic Markers
magical because of how each stem
keeps its own color
a bud vase in bloom
a bad birdhouse
that birds won’t touch
a plain birdhouse
that is dry inside
well-visited by every bird
Each thing a vision
a doll-sized sarcophagus
a wooden box
clay pinch pot
a way to make the world small
a way to ask
isn’t this what we both know
Make a thing
a snow globe
a chart with names of humans
who didn’t know
they would be related to you
a quiche
a drawing with Magic Markers
magical because of how each stem
keeps its own color
a bud vase in bloom
a bad birdhouse
that birds won’t touch
a plain birdhouse
that is dry inside
well-visited by every bird
Each thing a vision
a doll-sized sarcophagus
a wooden box
clay pinch pot
a way to make the world small
a way to ask
isn’t this what we both know
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