Hard Living

The pond and speckled light

encountered as a frame for echoes.

Everything after that is fixed.

Everything before it formless,

open space with no physics.

Landscape is a thin placeholder

for a layer of anything,

like this landscape,

after we answer the question

what is this landscape like?

I started arbitrarily, having

no subject due to hard living,

could picture nothing other than

a picture sent by a friend

who lives in San Francisco near

Golden Gate Park. All

possible frames vibrate,

emanate hurling rectangles

of feedback. I’ve never visited

this pond. I live entirely

by another’s mind when

I have nothing framed of my own.