With my ruler, I put time on a line. I make lines into boxes, containers to hold the evidence of my existence, to keep the unfamiliar far away.
But I can’t enclose the holes, the openings. My frames can’t stop the vortex that pulls everything into the circle, the border blurring then and now.
the year a mirror–
what is behind reflects in–
and before looks back
A haibun for Colleen’s #Poetry Challenge 64 and the New Year. The grid collage is done on reflective paper, but a flat scan doesn’t show it at all. I tried various ways of scanning with the lid partially open, and also did a photo on black and white.
Light and space, a gap–
coming out and going in
between and beyond