CALAMITY

and glass becomes the air

where light evaporates—

 

all shutter-sped the heart

trapped in its shadowbox

 

day quietly transgresses

but no lines can separate

 

the play of branch on branch

which cripples in a maze 

 

some rusticated timeshare

with ruin creeping through

 

a dusty scrap of leaves 

where autumn overlays

 

sheer gaps of summer falling

here       now        disintegrates

 

bright roof-beams telescoping

loops of fever-dream

 

how walls will open out

past twisting latticework

 

to sun and silhouettes

where memory betrays

 

our modest ghosts of home

this is the place we feel

 

each green thing wild

in its own dark cage