Wayang Watching
shadow puppet show scrim of
twilight through bare trees. Each wooden
joint and limb, each twig end is a tentacle of
nightfall, a filament of dark matter. Back-side
of galaxy oozes through blackened bark. Negative
space is deepest space itself. River maps, brain stems,
anemones swaying in a currentless sea. See? I am
pivoting on strands of infra red. My toe strung to the
sunset, my scalp to the evening star. I am puppet,
walking, absence greeting absence.