by Judith Fox

after the installation Ttéia 1, C by Lygia Pape (2000/2021)

     In this shaded gallery half-world,

bands of silver threads     

     are nailed and strung

from floor to ceiling.

     Metallic webs of slanting shapes

fade to shadows,

     rematerializing

and trans-shaping under artful lights even gods would covet.

     I want the guard to look away,

turn his face to the wall

     so I might learn with the friction ridge of my fingertips

how wires, pinned and fixed,

                      can fly.