Danny Gentile #23 - Vane

VANE

there is this suction-cup verse

sticking to me

I am the glass pane

I am the intervention between

outside sun and silent room

and I am seen through

and light passes without thought

and silence goaded by fragility

waits upon constant refraction

a cut crystal plumb before my face

is sedentary and not

I feel it’s returning touch

glance my surface

and we spar with each other

in decreasing increments

today I fail to harness

the sun’s brilliant nucleus

nor accept the speed

the earth travels

so intense

my ventures are too close

and I monitor the sky

while trying to hold silence in

with focus and without focus

the room changes in slow shadowing

all I do is watch on

for I am caught in stillness

hoping that words keep hold

hoping not to be broken

from without or within

which would be a shame

as I still follow the sun’s course

though never apprehend it

I am the locus of a flat plane

hold tight to this

for it is fragile

and other days less clear

and a moment barely held

less certain than light contained

escapes me now

a finesse I shall never command