Karen Corinne Herceg © 2015 • Privacy Policy

 

Tableau

 

 

The world

scaled for living

presses against a zero-degree sky,

the day’s beginning light

opening like a book.

The morning so frozen

will not allow the gibbous moon

to retire,

hovering over still-waiting lamplights,

poor imitations,

all their nightly duty done.

And I: supine across the linens

before this scene

as in a Rousseau tableau,

lying like a cut-out

in my own jungle,

each part outlined clearly

like the white snow-capped roofs

against the icy blue horizon.

And still

I think that you will edge me off the canvas

and paste me to the landscape

where you live.

 

Published in THE WRITING DISORDER

Summer 2015