7 February, 2026

the shadow-play on the wall,

the afternoon heat

peaks to the pattern on the on the curtain,

to the pattern on the lawn,

to the pattern on the lake,

pool side,

water ways.

[transmedial = one thing at a time = definitive]

i am part of this, as much as the cabbage moth outside

fluttering around the geranium.

providing water,

desert towns become deserted towns.

mapping = everything is cartography.

i point the way.

my body is a map,

my heart is a map,

warning signs.

walking on the wings of fallen angels,

pathways soft, foot fall.

jumping at my own shadow (reflection)

in the middle of the night.

i hear the back beat from the man next door, putting in new fence lines,

town house.