I was aperture, I was skylight.

I was a new moon blade slicing
through the hidden rooms of night.

I was the gear activated
when coins dropped into
the vending machine,

and the bag that crinkled
downward in its short
doomed flight.

I was the silk of an inverted
pyramid, an ordinary umbrella
made helpless in the wind.

I was the reservoir and the rain
barrel. Of course I looked for you
behind every sliding door.

[LAG-other-response date=”06 14 2014″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2014/06/henri-matisse-the-cut-outs-at-the-tate/” title=”Via Negativa: Henri Matisse: The Cut-outs at the Tate”]