Ars Ekphrastica

Adam D. Weeks

Because you’re refracted 
light inside a frame or framed 

like you’re always moving 
somewhere else; 

because I’m interested in movement 
and how it can be painted like a wave, 

(like water) 
lilies on a lonely river 

(and to be a lonely river) in a landscape 
of your mother’s softest 

green sweater. This is the only way I know to get 
home—in 

the body I’ve painted you, in 
the chocolate lily melting on 

your tongue. This is how 
to be intangible— 

to find the shape of you, 
fail to focus.

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Adam D. Weeks is an undergraduate student at Salisbury University, the social media manager for The Shore and a poetry reader for Quarterly West. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee and has poetry published or forthcoming in Ninth Letter, Poet Lore, Sugar House Review, Puerto del Sol, Sycamore Review and elsewhere.