artwork: ralph murreby David Scheler
He looks through a hole
in the woven straw hat
that covers his face in the sun.
The glint that he sees there
creates prisms of spun glass
on a palette of sunset pastels
that lie behind black lines
which pattern themselves
as the organic rhythms
of tree rings, as malachite
and crystals
spilling the spectrum,
as striations swirling
like phantom fractals
embedded in a jewel.
In the hole of his hat:
the universe.
~ previously published in Avocet and in Casting for Meteors
