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you used to be
by Kathleen Wilsonwild
a rooftop lion
now trapped
in a glass case cage
your limited
perspective
lack of sky
open-mouthed
look in your eye
I'm moved
by your situation
just before closing
I come by
press my face close
listen to the roar
see breath on glass
is it yours
or mine? 03/07/2009 Author's Note: written for the Pacicic Asia Museum Audio Tour, published on their web site.
Posted on 03/08/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/08/09 at 02:39 AM Who is actually caged? Love this! Thanks. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/08/09 at 02:58 AM The roar of this lion engages you immediately. It is yours and it is mine. Loved the raw passion of it. Shivery.... |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/08/09 at 03:05 AM This situation, these kins move me, too. My mind always travels first to what I perceive as the dilema such creature is in (from my perspective it seems a dilema, though many people try to explain this away for me to understand.)
So, having kythed with this portion, I want to tell you that... |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/08/09 at 03:07 AM . . . the fellowship in the way you observe and share such event creates a harmony of kinship with animals that we would every person embrace and feel the breath of.
Beautifully moving. -Jill |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/08/09 at 03:25 AM A question we all need to ask ourselves from time to time. Who is in the cage and who is out? We allow ourselves to be caged so easily in today's world. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/09/09 at 03:56 PM This is so beautifully descriptive, thank you for your perspective. smh |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/10/09 at 03:39 PM I like thinking about the unmoving finial in lion form and the use of breath to ask the question. Thank you. |
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