In My Museum By Phyllis Henry-Jordan

Tuesday December 27, 2005

I am that stately woman 

in Perugino’s frescoes, 


standing without relation 

to the figure of God. 


My robes have violent folds 

that seem to state as follows: 


I now stand in relation 

only to myself. 


Or are my conscious contours 

curiously belied, 


Some wild astigmation 

of my mind’s eye?