from this week in August, 2016 (I was 71)
The Shadow Puppet Theatre
(a work in progress)
The shadow puppet theatre
cast upon the walks and
lawns
presents a new production
daily
directed by the wind moving
leaves
Negatives of movement
projected below
To see it as
representational
may miss the point
Anything interpretive is an
imposition
Eyes are unreliable
receptors
Seeing should not be
believing
The mind seeks shape
patterns seen against
closed eyelids
Once recognized form
persists
just as sub-atomic
particulars
called into being when
sought
Items in the bay we didn’t
know we bought
Just the other day
I watched the shadow puppet
monkeys play
before behind and in
between
the foreground and
background screen
Movements defined by their
shapes
animate the little apes
They bend bound stretch and
descend
Three sit together on
haunches
pausing together on lower
branches
Darkened eyes do not see
Covered ears do not hear
their unuttered sound most
profound
Having discovered the play
of the monkeys
many look for nothing else
Imposing interpretations
obscure
the other actualities blown
in
In the shadow puppet
theater
sets change with the season
The best productions
appear without reason.
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