Headless,  

       everywhere in space 

 

at once. Brought together 

       into one venue and placid 

               place.          

 

Do you still think of me 

       as a vessel?

 

Good enough for portage, 

       but not conversation?

 

This head 

       is located in another venue.

 

But the answer to this question, 

       any question,

              is not the point, 

 

any more than the slip that holds

       clay head and body.

 

Who writes the day? 

 

     Bring

             on the picnic blanket

                        more wine.