Carrion in Paint
Myrna Báez: Retrato de un sueño/ Portrait of a Dream
I’ll know when the other woman
in the painting and I
are one.
Time’s winged chariot
will change its track and run
into the bleak wind
throttling it from the back.
Then the woman and I
will seek each other out,
reach a hand to help
ourselves
to leap
from the abyss.
There will be that second pause
when we meet in mid-air
and hang from the lair
where carrion weeps to think
it can feed
only one of me.