LAYERS OF DISCOVERY
The things a good woman does
she does in a circle. From her point
in the east, she moves on. Later we see her
east again. It is her, not the same her—
but more fully her—and we know her.
Let’s unglue ourselves from time
and travel to a planet where every eye
sees four dimensions and all the moments last
forever. We see them side by side in line
like segments of a centipede.
The unstuck artist starts at X—
she draws, is drawn, by circle force
once more to X, the same yet not the same.
Australian rocks, lichen-orange again
in a gallery in Silver Spring, where
a fragile woman gussies up and waits
for boyfriends in her green high-back chair.
Somewhere down the line, at other points in time,
she’s breathless with her partner in the jitterbug
or sings a lullaby or coaxes a lover into bed.
I stretch to four dimensions
and find a frayed and knotted string
that winds from a pattern quilted purple
to a woman who melts into a bowl
into a woman into a bowl.
Poem prompted by the artists and the artwork in the AGE OF DISCOVERY Exhibit at Gateway’s Heliport Gallery