I saw a [bookcase] inside a tree
rise kaleidoscopically
as if the leaves had livelier ghosts.
I pressed my face as close
to the pane as I could get
to watch that fitful, fluent spirit . . .
haul its strange cohesion
beyond the limits of my vision . . .
“From a Window”
Christian Wiman
[This photograph is not a collage. On the longest day of the year, the morning sun cast a reflection through an adjoining window and copied the bookcase onto a nearby leafy fence.]