Is Anybody Out There
beyond the garden trellis, halted by
the bald hardness of a patio window.
helplessly at uncharted
territories of glass.
have felt like, to discover one day
that the pentagon promises of wire
oblivious glass above, then at the rod below,
towards the unanswering frame
opening his arms like the slow
fanning-out of a lotus.
whoever put the trellis in the garden
suddenly halted the checkerboard of cable—
For now there is no one,
not even the amiable bumblebee,
still infantile, arcing inexorably
into the evanescent summer air.
1. Yes, I did sneak a haiku into stanza 2.
2. This is the first poem I've worked on in a few months of poetic starvation (i.e. being too lazy to write anything at all.)So have mercy on these verses.