Thursday, August 18, 2011

Through the Glass

Through the Glass

I see the jay prancing on the porch
He’s eyeing the suet at the corner
But then
He sees a shadow that is I
Beyond the other side
He waits, fearful, unsure
Pecking with short grasps
One eye on me, one on the prize
Not knowing it was I who put the prize there in the first place
I move
He flitters off
I sit back down
He returns, wary
Suspicious but needy
Wondering if the risk is worth it all

But then

Suddenly I see myself

K, Duane Carter 8-17-11

No comments:

Post a Comment