CLAIRE BATEMAN

 

Extrospection

Because of everything we desire & therefore project,
& everything we dread & therefore hallucinate;

because of what used to be present, but is present no longer,
though everyone yet navigates around it,
& what is not present now, but might one day become so,
though it already exerts gravity,
& casts shadows that shoulder other shadows aside;

because of this crowd, one might assume
there wouldn't be much room left
for anything else at all;

but if you herded onto the drive-in movie screen of the sky
everyone's phantasms, figments, eidolon, mirages, & chimera,

together, they would form merely
a kind of languidly teeming smudge right there above the horizon,
not precisely at two o'clock, but just a little to the left,
depending on where you stand.