Cropped

A crop to sooth us,
borders to help focus our path, steady our wagons
by turning the vast into the particular

       from out of bouquet emerges the surrounding rose
                the undulating mounds and chasms between each petal,
                winds and waters there,
       evading a cornucopian jumbled artistry spilling
                allows a dimpled orange skin
                ripening
                and an apple star waits.

So seeing
seeing green and tar
seeing one flame a corner this hand,
seeing the cropped seduction of a velvet petal
or the worlds within the framed eye when
not lost in panorama what else might we see?

Yet the grand, truly grand, has knowledge too
and we run back, as a child might, to show her mother “See ?”
Because the seduction and the frame are coins,
       the only parts that can be held and forged,
because we can never really hold the sea
       or keep ourselves from wanting its touch.