Wormhole

Convinced our glass doors hold
The secret to another world,
A nosy robin today hurled
Herself against them, sold

On something more than need,
On a deeper and exacting quest,
Our see-through palimpsest
Offering all who dare the seed

Of a waving strange expanse,
Collapsed by light to melting trees,
Glowing flowered filigrees
Of coral scraps and ceiling fans,

A counterpane where, without words,
We go about our quantum chores
Behind shiny oscillating doors,
To the jealousy of birds.


Kailua
August 15th, 2003