19 Jun Seen Through a Grille of Squares – A Poem

Seen through a grille of squares, the sky,
Is split up, intersected, neat,

Closely related, tree and cloud,
Rooftop and spire trick the eye

To think geometry complete,
To make the world an ordered crowd

Of lines and squares, intensify
Rationalism in defeat.

This is another way to shroud
An ill-conceived complexity

Beneath a simple form, replete
With all the errors of the proud,

Who hope, by thinking, to retain
A cosmos in their compassed brain.