Presence, a sonnet
The metal frame’s seen pain,
its loops of sinuous gut
gauze-bound in variegated red.
A brave topology of stripes
wraps wounded tibia and arm,
ties an apparent thorax
with what’s probably a pelvis.
Stretched wide across the wall,
anonymity permeates the form
til viewers let hands, face, throat,
reflect from foil panes in
body-windows octagonal and square.
It startles me to see this minute’s tears
shine in a work of art.
by Basia Miller
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 