Project: Transit of Venus
Chris Price - Poedua
Chris Price - Poedua
If you are a black dot on a white disk
I am a black dish on a white cloth.
If you are a bright spot in my dark sky
I am a wide dish receiving white noise.
If I am elliptical, capricious,
you are point-to-pinpoint accurate.
If you are a white-draped goddess
I am your ear’s black pearl.
If you are a singular sceptre
I am a quarrel of feathered chiefs.
If I am a Polynesian princess
you are the red Queen and
when you speak, I lose my voice and
when I stand mute before you
on a painted wall, you see stars —
my innumerable motu
dazzle your rocky shores.
Now your world is no more
than a cloudy blue bead
at my throat but I foresee
the day it inundates me in
the way you repaint
my face. If you are hungry
I will feed you, but
I’m not so sure that you’ll
return the courtesy.