When you unfocus your sight
Just so
Like staring at those 3D posters that just look chunky
Until they slip obliquely into view
For me at least, pausing in the middle of an oak grove
When I find the right unfocus
Bent and twisted branches
Transform themselves into a profusion of
Bent and twisted scenes
Where figures cavort in naked chases
Limbs akimbo
Open to the wind
I surmise that Hieronymous Bosch must have visited a grove like this
Before imagining that garden of delighted earth
That has charmed so many ever since
Except the prurient few
Who avoid gardens and earthly delights with equal displeasure
While I take the time to imagine new delights
Unraveling around me
Ancient pleasures of the bent and twisted
David Trudel © 2013
