At the edge of the yard
a shallow pan for birds
has frozen into a dull mirror.
a shallow pan for birds
has frozen into a dull mirror.
Leaves are caught inside it
like something written and crossed out.
like something written and crossed out.
Near the fence, a small stack of stones,
lichened, one still damp underneath,
as if set down and forgotten.
lichened, one still damp underneath,
as if set down and forgotten.
In the kitchen, a glass waits by the sink.
Light passes through it
and becomes something you could carry.
Light passes through it
and becomes something you could carry.
Down the road, a child drags a stick
along the mailbox posts.
Each one answers.
along the mailbox posts.
Each one answers.
By evening, the pan will be empty again.
By morning, it will hold the sky.
By morning, it will hold the sky.
