Friday, March 16, 2012

58. Homebound

I, my simple meals:
shared with birds perching at the
Delicious fare, a fine wine;
there is Mozart in the
hall –

I am watching the
dying afternoon,
diaphanous as
watching the people scuttle
from place to place
on errands, playing,

No –
I am lying on my
neatly composed bed,
languishing like some fatal
Lady of Shalott:

If there is such a thing as destiny
I would be persuaded,
knowing that some of us
are doomed to imprisonment, despair,
jailed in unrelenting
while the rest are
smiling, dancing,
watching television
in the
downstairs den.

Evan Penny: Mask (1989)
Donald Forster Sculpture Park
Guelph, Ontario, Canada

Photographed by Hanneorla:

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