FALL 2011/WINTER 2012

POETRY

The Way I See It by A.B. Spellman

in the instant

he reached

out of his eyes &

caught sight

of himself

above

himself

a restless tenant

of his core

hallowed & worldly

picked up her

voice painted

it across his vision

& he saw

the new

it was song

in sight

the heard image

of silence

in the motion

of things &

beings

a way of knowing

what ”knowing” is

staid reason

asked

“who warrants

the truth

of this vision?” as

if visions

warrant as

if truth