~ After “Revelation or the Clockmaker,” 1955; Remedios Varo
Where does the sky most feel
that it is about to crumble,
than above a roomful of people
making uniform rapid movements
eight hours a day in cubicles
all in a row? There are ceilings
so soft, they can only be held up
by the ticking of a room full
of clocks. Their angled tops
remind me of churches in my
hometown: as children, we liked
to tilt our heads and look
straight up at the steeple,
until it seemed we felt the sky
unhinge, and the world
revolve around that point.