Where is Everything that Escapes?
How did I become this gray,
decrepit creature in the mirror,
splotched and sagging?
Whatever august grace and wisdom
I imagined when young and harassed
escapes the mirror’s crisp edges.
We can apprehend beauty only
by framing it with the photographic
paper’s edge or the novel’s margins
and bookends. The whole of it
always eludes us and we sense
we are missing something
beyond our small horizons.
You Abandon Beauty
The light leaks out of your eyes
in search of clearer lenses
and fewer wrinkles in the lids.
The body grows tired of so much
demand for attention to be paid.
Work by Gary Hardaway has appeared at Gumball Poetry, Manifold, Silkworms Ink, Camroc Press Review, The Olentangy Review, The Arlington Review, and Blue Fifth Review. He currently lives in Texas and has earned his living as an urban planner and architect.
PHOTOGRAPH BY KAIT MAURO