They call it longing, the way she's turnedtoward the house like a woman who just needsto want something enough to make the distancecollapse. I call it math. I call it the exactcalculation of how many inches of grassa body can cross before the asking-for-helpcosts more than the crossing does. I've donethat math myself, on a good day, at the mailbox.Nobody paints you reaching for your cane.They paint you reaching for the house instead,the long gold field standing in for allthe unglamorous mechanics of a bodydoing what a body actually does:deciding, again, today, to go the distance,on its own terms, in its own particular time.
About the ekphrasticA poem written in response to another work of art, such as a painting.
An ekphrastic poem looks at a work of art and answers it. That might be a painting, a photograph or a sculpture. It can describe what is there, speak to it, or wander off into what it stirs.
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Chronically ill, incurably funny about it.
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