What Images I Obsess

What Images I Obsess 2/29

Fireflies blinking off and then on
as they rise from the grass in August

Red of sand against the blue
of the sky like in an O'Keefe

That blue like Rothko

The face of Vishnu with his tongue out
wheeling arms threading time's blanket

A monk ringing a bell
walking one step every toll

A drumbeat out of time


There is silence after a gunshot
flies spiral and unfold when waved away


The hands of the old splicing each other
like the limbs of old cherry trees


My grandmother's eyes

The needle in and out of seconds
that way night comes slow then fast

Black following blue lights becoming stars