STILL LIFE WITH SUMMER
The moments that we don’t yet have
are gorgeous, deep-focus moments.
Moments frozen in warm light.
Each seed on the red skin of the sliced
strawberry is as solid as sand in our teeth.
Forty-two stones to our tongues.
And the sweet meat, ninety-four fibers
fading pink to white, each intricate strand
interwoven and frayed and reaching.
All else is bokeh, my love. A beautiful blur.
All else is background. A spider’s song.
The heart of a web is the eye.