Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Not really all that invited

Or, December 30th


That which is coming to ripen
laughs,
throwing
forward like a shadow
its own decay. Okay.
We knew that.

Knew, too, that the heart's body
gets so invested
in the rhythms it's invented,
the rest is lost.
What is lost?
Certainly
this
one
here.

Which, having only
its particular incompleteness
to offer,
offered it entirely.
Lost.
Though toward its backward future
one
can keep
throwing
the guess-shadow.

Angling the mirror
so all its purposeful
wayward
twist-fingered hands
are toward
this
here,
reaching.

1 comment:

Julia Kay said...

I love the movie-still quality of the photo, and how it works with the title.