*Puddle*, 1952, M. C. Escher
At first glance it was as if
this were fabric- a carpet perhaps,
worn straight through into another dimension.
The skies eyes of a new world!
And then she pulled away a little,
a step or two back.
There would be no tire marks in fabric-
and yet with a second quick look
It is cut away like cheese that has been nibbled on!
She sat down on the porch swing behind her
and just stared at the tree tops and sky
not caring for the moment
whether it was from this world
or the one beyond.
At first glance it was as if
this were fabric- a carpet perhaps,
worn straight through into another dimension.
The skies eyes of a new world!
And then she pulled away a little,
a step or two back.
There would be no tire marks in fabric-
and yet with a second quick look
It is cut away like cheese that has been nibbled on!
She sat down on the porch swing behind her
and just stared at the tree tops and sky
not caring for the moment
whether it was from this world
or the one beyond.
