Gondolas suspended in air like fish out of water
they are so still, strung up to mimic a mobile
but outside among the trees they might float
on their soft colors of red, white, blues
and yellows, apprentice to the breeze.
They could be pirogues on the bayou
reed boats on Lake Titicaca
dugouts on the Amazon
canoes on Lake Gitche Gumee
sampans fishing on the Yangtze
prayer boats set adrift on the Ganges
kayaks on the white waters of the Colorado
But they are glass, stretched and tapered
hung in an arrangement that resembles a flock.
After the heat and heavy lifting in the alchemy
of creation, the artist dreams of being a boy again
in his father’s gondola drifting along on the Grand Canal.