From This Way to That (Poem)


Perfect squares all laid together
prism of a suggested gesture
that in our sleep we feign as secret,
lulling me down
from this way to that.

Shapely shards of purest light,
contained within a boundary tight
backdropped to the velvet black
something calls
from this way to that.

Weaving a tune, all contours, smooth,
shapes cascading justly.
I hear the sirens’ call in reverse,
sussing me thusly
from this way to that.

A liquid paisley oozes over
my orientation, until I’m not located
in any equation.
Drawing me forth
from this way to that.

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This poem was published on the Atop the Cliffs poetry journal on April 8, 2018

Painting: Equestrian Portrait of Carmen Bordiu-Franco, Salvador Dali, 1974