From Different Places

From Different Places

Inside a box there was a chair

each time I peeked the inside

a different person was sitting on it

mostly they were doing nothing

but sitting still, their eyes

on a closer look

were kept acutely open

facing mine with

a familiar angle of

understanding and

urge

Outside, nothing concrete

to prove or deny but

coming closer to the wall

I could peek into the outward

through this hole

each day instead of certainties

just the sensation of diving

or getting lost within a

gelatinous sky

When my eyes got tired

I would sit on a chair

and wait upon imagination

to draw me someone as I

Yesterday, during the full

moon, the stag's bell filled both

in and outside

naturally.

© 2016, José Coelho