|Detail from painting 'Spirit' -by Stephanie Tihanyi |
(copyright held by artist)
Trying to catch the thread
Across the forest floor, in the slant of afternoon sunlight,
She leaves the door open, by the window, where the curtains move.
Caught bettween the worlds, these multitudes,
Whoses numbers are as blades of grass.
Too quick is the change, the crossing over, bettween worlds,
Trying to catch the thread, trying to remain in only one,
If only I could grasp the thread, stop the shift,
If only I could distance myself.
(Well you know, the kicker is the last line aint it?. The catch 22)