The Dimensions of a Tiger

Gwendolyn MacEwen

the cat in the grass lengthens-
and your tendons reach widely
into seasons of winds and deltas-
you are suddenly aware that
you have no boundaries, that
you are a field with no fences.

hollyhock and frolic, you
are the width of wind and voices
until something, a microscopic irony
as laughter breaking from windows
or a diminutive rain shrinks you
and the cat in the grass curls under

Carol Wilson