March 11, 2009Origami
Of course you can fold a bird. A rabbit
that puffs up at your breath.
Two interlocking rings from a single sheet
of kami. A waterlily. A star box. But now try
folding the jade plant you left in the car
to be scorched by the sun. Try
folding Afghanistan. Fold the wrinkles
of that conversation you wanted to have.
Inside-reverse-fold the empty space
in your Sundays. Try folding this city
of layers, peeling back taxis, scarves,
quarters dropped in paper cups,
Rockefeller Plaza. Beginning with a bird base,
fold the Spanish jumbled in your ears. Quickly.
Fold the edges of the wind that cuts in
from the river. Make one valley fold
diagonally. Fold failures. Try folding
the empty space in your Sundays.
Start from a bird base again: that small girl
whose long dark hair looks like hers.
Fold the seven days of the week from a single
sheet of kami. Try folding money
into more money. In ten steps or less,
fold this city of layers. Petal-fold the winter
until it lies flat at the bottom of the star box
with Afghanistan and the empty space
in your Sundays. Now open up the bird:
count the creases left in the paper.