POEMS
Bated Breath
Bated breath
that suspension against
the baying of traffic
-there’s a space in my body-
like a window, a small
window
-looking out to a landscape-
I am looking at a Breughel
there’s a tiny figure of a man
failing at flying
but
in that painting
he is still in the air
that is my bated breath
that suspension against
the baying of traffic
-there’s a space in my body-
like a window, a small
window
-looking out to a landscape-
I am looking at a Breughel
there’s a tiny figure of a man
failing at flying
but
in that painting
he is still in the air
that is my bated breath