Standing waters breed reptiles of the mind —
resisting the powerful pull of ambivalence,
the inert impulse,
what do we find…?
Tinted saran-wrap filters stay my hand(s)
from moving beyond the lens.
The Gear Chain!
Drive turns around again as desire,
towards agitation,
tumbledrying,
dashing the gentle quotidian raft
against the taller spires of our limestone ambitions.
I have heard
that the daring young man on the flying trapeze
has mastered that pull with deft intelligence
and found his murmuring Derwent
in happy orbit.
Every Monument a Marble Janus 