Littling Vision

A world infolding to local safety—
callings left to characters in history
or the conmen of today who juggle figures
and unknown means of managing the way
of things for all that glory brings.

Trust instead the windowsill's
empire of light, the lands beyond
the garden shed where Cortes thoughts
can stray to overthrowing kings,
looting the treasure house of power.

Or those further attic corners and unlit
folds under the stairs where ancestries
of dust and web settle the darkened air,
and a least whim’s impunity can rule
vague, infinite kingdoms of loss and care.