Michael Gollin
November 2017

There is a complex snag down in the woods,
a dead tree, with seven limbs,
but I can only see it in winter with the leaves down.

Two winters ago,
I thought it was going to fall
before Max’s college graduation.
But it did not.

Last winter,
I thought it was going to fall
before Natasha’s grad school graduation.
But it did not.

I think it will last
until Julia’s college graduation next winter.
It will outlast me.

Infinite Art

Infinite Art
Michael Gollin

I live in a painting
Of infinite detail.
Green leaves gray bark
Blue sky white clouds
Washed in yellow sun rays.

I inhabit a sculpture garden
Of massive dimensions.
Tree trunks railings
Walls and doors.

I sit in a song
Of endless variety.
Bird cricket frog wind
Cars trucks jets
A train a dog a voice my breath.

My skin is caressed
with loving touch.
A breeze, the sun, raindrops.
My clothes embrace me.
I am at peace —
a piece of the art of the world.