I could straighten it
out if it’s crooked. It’d
take a second. Stepping back
I’d see it clearer, if I should

move it left towards
the mirror –
Or right towards the couch. And if
I’m fed up with the thing

I could take it out! Replace it with
a new scene –
a Paris street or hoofs of stallions
cutting through a field running wild. A mother

holding the hand of her child. A table set
with fruit and wine. A man on a boat
with a fish on his line. If I take it
and put it in a room

the sun shines through
the window, it could glow if
it wasn’t in the dark. It’s moveable,
not so like myself. I'm more like dust
settling on the shelf.