Silhouettes

Pillars and towers behind the sepia curtains

enough light to cast shadows from the outside.

Separation between existence and possible,

the here—the beyond. There are chairs for two.

What if I were to sit alone?

Shapely wood, carved support strands. Only the backs

and arms are visible. Seating descends into blackness,

disappears below the beyond, below the here.

Sitting seems a giving in, to ignore the possible and

agree with existence. There is a reason why I stand

despite the allure of the stainless steel decanter,

the find china cups too small to hold or affirm.

The table they rest upon is also small, the support

base cowering into the black agreements.

It is all reflective: decanter,

warmth of chair arms,

gloss of round table top.

No possibility.

Beyond curtains. Sepia to dayglow.

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