Look, daddy!
The skies have violated all moral standards.
There are
organic interruptions,
novelty and the great lilies,
cosmopolitan theories unravelling
diesel unicorns
and cautiously sewed ladies…
then what?
The fiction
of a constant evening.
These cadences require new procedures.
When everything goes silent,
<<I>> extends.
When we cannot choose
between seaweeds and peacocks,
we mutate.
Look, Daddy!
Here comes the sun –
the vicious kind.
And the people shall look like landscapes
at last –
when it becomes still
when it becomes bright
when all has verifiable existence.
We have lingered on
the Island of the Fay
spirit within spirit
enchanted.
Look!
©2007 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Jason deCaires Taylor, “Resurrection”, Depth 4m, MUSA Collection, Punta Nizuc, Mexico –