The World Is Drawn on Paper

The world is drawn on paper;
things are the exception, not the rule.
Those few that remain are skeletal,
the hidden framework of the world revealed.
It is a flattened field in grey and black and white
stretched and speaking silent only of necessity.
Then from this second-story vantage point
I hear a silver bell redemption
see the clarity of its perfect note
filtered through the leafless trees across the street
carried swiftly on the crystal air past
the last few snowflakes made dimensional by
and dancing slowly down
the sudden yellow light from a sudden blinding sun.

February 4 2011