Points of View

The slats, those scenic backdrops will lift

or slide each moving panorama of moments

marking instants or occasion with importance.

This enormous artistry fixed in views, minute portions

of the transcendent, setting the scene.

Sublime slices will flick-book partial moments of eternity

whether outside on the pavement, treading the boards

or sat alone in a comfortable chair. (She deviated,

a random variable to their fixed value,

and they thought she was mean.)

When the momentum of absence is felt in each scene

and you cannot find that moment there or anywhere,

forget all other points of view;

who is running down colonnades, falling through

squares, smashing what is warped enough to want you

sat, reading on a park bench, panning into insignificance,

the September rose garden, the fire on a blue sky.