Monday, February 8, 2016

Sunrise with Sea Monsters

by Ingrid Ruthig

Piss, she says, the paint’s
all urinary shades! And later,
look how the catalogue muddies
what’s clear if you’re present
this frame of world
viewed through a master’s eye
is the tint of a jaundiced day.

It’s tough to do justice,
reproduce the nature of disclosure
or capture the exact moment
we understand
this swirling miscreation
hunkered agape in the smirch
stares out as if willing us to see

we’ve always been
inside it, drowning
in the picture we paint of ourselves
looking back, invisible 
on a diminishing shore
all day long
or as long as the light holds.

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