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This One, That One

This one appeared to me

in a dream, was forgotten,

only to reveal itself

on the shower wall

this morning.

It must have been the water.

     •

That one was on the full moon

last night, clear as a bell.

Someone projected it there.

     •

This one was on the ground,

on crunchy pine needles.

The moon projected it there.

     •

I forgot about that one . . .

How was I to know

it would be significant?

     •

Every time I see this one,

I'm angry. It doesn't diminish,

either, from that first time.

     •

Oh, that one!

To tell you the truth,

I never actually

saw it, but I could

feel it as it was

described to me

by a blind person

over the phone.

    •

This one I spotted

on the back

of someone's shirt

in a crowd

before she disappeared.

    •

That one evolved,

and is still evolving,

on that big, flat rock

over there; something

scraped it, scratched it,

the heat cracked it,

the frost coated it,

tiny plants took root,

sheltering insects,

and it rained,

and it rained,

and by the time

I showed up,

a butterfly had just flown off.

     •

Not this one again.

It makes me so sad . . .

     •

I was glad to receive

that one as a gift.

So glad, in fact,

that I went and had

some copies made.

     •

Believe it or not,

this one has a sound.

Just listen.

    •

Oh, boy—that one!

I'll never go there again.

    •

This one often arrives

in the smoke of incense.

     •

I tried to turn

that one over—

it burned my hand.

    •

This one I tried

to discard—

unsuccessfully, obviously.

    •

That one speaks to me

of space, and negative space,

of open and filled spaces,

and the among

that comes between.

    •

Whereas this one

is the opposite—

you get the picture.

   •

Oh, my goodness—

I've never seen

that one before!

    •

This one, from what

I gather,

is an accident.

    •

That one, however,

is intended.

    •

This one took some

getting to—

waiting for the thaw,

for instance—

but it was

well worth it.

   •

That one, well,

you can have it.

    •

Whenever this one

comes my way,

it's déjà vu,

but I'm ready for it.

   •

That one is owned

by the dentist.

   •

This one has been

proven to be a fake,

but I still like it.

    •

Alas, I lost

that one once,

in childhood,

and it took me

until now to find it.

    •

If you can only have

one, choose this one.

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