Childhood
A bead of moisture swelling from black metal,
Black metal of a railing’s underside
between bars swelling into a see-through time-
lapse of an infinitesimal flowering
of solid into liquid, black to clear
to air through which it fell before it formed
again, to swell and fall again, forming
and falling so utterly unaware of me
that it was like I wasn’t there at all,
or there only in my attention as
a residue of sight evaporating
into the seen, the not me that now through me
for a moment was aware of what it was,
just moisture out of metal into air.
Plume: Issue #31 January 2014