~Whitman Park 8 February '06~
Silent
framings, as a
masterpiece hanging in
the MFA would be
the landscape, was
so still
frozen
not only,
the water
but the trees and the grasses
and if I stared
long enough,
it would be as if my
breath
was preoccupied,
with other things
at the moment, also;
mesmerising, was the nothingness.
change to-
Dog
walking man
elderly stepping,was
he
careful to
side-aways
February's rutted,
muddy
offerings
with a heavy windbreaker's
collar upturned,
but seeming to enjoy
the muted sun
nonetheless
was he? I don't
know so
carefully crafted
was his
craggy, facade.
became-
Backwards
glances to the
melding of
the nothing and the
everything,
the movement
of the stillness
still freshly vivid
in the toss,
of my
mid-winter hair.
Chrissie 02.12.06