Terri McCord
Defining a Table in the Light
The light is a cusp
The blowing shadow on the table
moves, a slight deer
in a gray glade
The rib of light on the back
of the chair is
a canyon’s rim
The t-square shadow
centered on this
worn table
seems a harpoon
The table now a handcrafted boat
The air as water
A possible feast
The light here
on this plank of boat
is windchimes we imagine hearing
All the world a different sense
Our hands on a folded
paper ship