The Camera Obscura: an architectural space

One inch in diameter,  a circle has contaminated

the “quiet box”           (the 2:30 p.m as midnight)

with shadow veins,         crawling across surface

as sneakily  as  this  space   stole    my        eyes.

At                night                 my vision is foolish:

Leaving trust behind and forcing my gaze ahead
Here                                           my legs are 90˚

my elbow:                                less a point of me

more          skeletal  angles  resting within planes

and   ignoring   the     strain     in     my     knees.



(Monica)