It is Day 735 of the Daily Poems. Our poet Norman Staines was sitting staring out through the window at a large tree which annoyingly was not totally visible from where he sat on an unmovable bench. The solution to the visual problem seemed obvious. Call up a carpenter …
An exact view of that tree
Get me a mason. Call up a carpenter, and we will start.
This window must be moved
to place the Cedar with its dancing branches central in the view
from my room when I sit at my table doing nothing else.
The branches will make angles for the lines of the past
and the future. If you ask how those branches
connect with a life, repeat the following.
Get me a mason. Call up a carpenter, and we will start
to move the window just five inches left because argument will not settle
the geometry of this place, time, nor our place and time in it.
Norman Staines
previously published in Delinquent 2011