MARIA REID WEISS
The Montréal Review, November 2011
the camera lens limits the cooling day
to the heavy frame in which it comes denser:
the monkey tutting impishly in answer,
loping along the limbs of the Cecropia,
dispelled into the leafy umbrella.
I look down, around at the world outside the lens
and bearing the crosshatching of twisted rope
a coiled snake beside my sandaled foot, suns
and glistens from each pebbled corpuscle;
with unblinking chartreuse eyes
it sits: the fer de lance.
Nervy, it turns to study me
casting shadow on it: I know
what it is and the shadow
lasts all day, living in me
like the ants in the Cecropia.
Marina Read Weiss lives in Brooklyn.
She received a Fulbright and an Academy of American Poets Prize.
Her poetry has been published in 34th Parallel, Boston Review, Brink, Caper, Clapboard House.