In the gallery
spaces pull
random hours
along the muralled walls
chiseling outlines
in freedom
Hands rest
dreaming
of the stranger who sees
Stranger things
happen every dark day
like today
Our pond is frozen again
just in time for skating
around and round
riding the balanced skid
Then, thaw
in between seasons'
transformation
Grasping at foundation
as skating shifts
into walking
Dusk and all is one
dark beauty
reaching up
limbs stark
Openly arrested in daylight
by the cold and grey
Our limbs extend
bend
lend
tend
Dusk and all is won