The Cage
“That wire mesh is really glass,” he told his child.
She looked at him with disbelief. “It is,” he smiled.
“Feel it… no, not like that, silly… not with fingers.
Fingers are for touching, probing… fingers pick, point,
accuse. Feel it with both hands pressed, as if in prayer
- one on either side of the mesh. Now, gently, move….
She looked at him, his little girl, with bold surmise,
and something atavistic flickered in her eyes.