A PAIR OF SHRUBS FRAME THE ENTRANCE TO THE HOUSE OF ONE’S GRANDPARENTS; ONE REMOVES THEN RELOCATES THE SHRUBS TO A FIELD BEHIND THE HOUSE SOME FORTY YEARS AFTER THEY WERE PLANTED; THE SHRUBS ARE NEVER TO BE TRIMMED AGAIN.

Thiassi’s Eyes in January’s sky
stars only your grandparents can locate

that threshold we may no longer pass through
the threshold of days lost to living
the places we can no longer visit
are not geographic locations

they are too numerous to long for
though we’ve never let probability
sheer numbers
stand in our way

we have moved from the front
to the back end of circumstance

4 days in the next
40 years will be spent burying
our parents

[SHRUBS - performance / sculpture / photographic series]

2011