If so, let me go into the imaginary city.
Let me wander in a trance
between grief and miraculous abandonment,
where decorative walls gleam;
artwork dances opposite marble.
Claw-like branches sprawl.
The yellow bird turns sideways, clinging.
If the city is lifeless, the eye
is deluded by stone.
Let me walk the pathway in darkness
to gaze at the shining cat’s eye.
If his plastered hands were praying,
were his hands clasped
the night before?
Poseidon’s frozen glare from the wall.
Let me dive into the sea.
Let me dive into the walls.
If I stare out the shattered window,
will the sky remain a light blue?
Lead me to the theater, where the
petite men sit to see a staged act.
In the beginning, was the pottery
intact, placed alongside a home?
Observe the symbol of a city:
A baby’s innocent face opposite the
sharp horn of a bull.
If I stand in the broken, can I linger
in the pieces to be whole?