The Vision

You sit in your cave, wrap

your many-colored blanket

over your still shoulders,

watch spiders, maggots, ants

perform the handiwork of decay.


Or you stand on your cliff,

naked, your cock and balls

kissed and licked by the winds,

survey the sway of aspens,

the urge and breadth of pines.


Beneath a gentle sun

you see yellow butterflies,

pink-throated hummingbirds,

violet-haired thistles.

Robins may drink from pools at your feet.


Or in burning moonlight,

bats dance around your head,

moths ignite in candle

flames, dreams take you where boys

hold knives and men turn away.


All this can happen. The

question is what do you

desire? What do the heart’s

blind eyes perceive? Do you

see robins and the water they drink?



from Text and Commentary (Mandala Publishing).

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About lymangrant

Lyman Grant is a professor of creative writing and humanities at Austin Community College. He has work at ACC since 1978. He is the author or editor of two textbooks, two books relating to Texas literature, three volumes and a chapbook of poetry. Recently he traveled the United States for a year in a 34-foot RV 5th wheel trailer with his wife and two younger sons.