The Secret of Vanishing Points

A noose sways in the wind

Moving slightly one way

Then back the opposite -

Back and forth it moves

Intermittently between being

And not being -

As the moment decides

Whether letting go

Or holding on -

Is also the interval

That exists before

And after life -

Is the nostalgic past

Different from the pained

One?

How does history change -

Is it not always

the same event?

That is, except when memory

Paints it into a future frame

Where all the paths disappear

To an uncertain eternity

Once, one is no longer

Part of its reference –

Thus, a vanishing point

Leads the eye of the painter

And distorts the poet’s meaning.