An Even Shape
Her garden looks into my window
criss-crossed by the white lattice.
Coolers they call them but they are also
hiding places for small girls playing
Her garden stands neatly round her house
travels politely onto the veranda
to sit in pots or hang
Leafly down From large, earth coloured
urns
She lives with Mama, shepherding her with
her full body
The hesitant ins and outs off Mama's half-
blind days
Feeding her frail consciousness With edited
Gleaner news
And homemade chicken soup.
In her home, borrowed children touch her
china birds with hands man
Wiped clean from eating sticky cakes, each
with a cherry on top
or pressed moist, Restless kisses round
The corners of her smile.
Sometimes she fills the space out
With music, spreading out nostalgia through
Strings of flutes, old fashioned love songs
Of blue moons and forever until.
Shameful peeping Tom, sit silent in
My lattice watching the even shape of her
days
To catch just once, a wider open door
behind
Her steady eyes.
But in her green edged privacy, self -con-
tained
She keeps her half- drawn shutters of her life
Open just so, amid mocks of my greed and rest-
lessness
With a calm refusal to to be other than she
seems.
Direction: Read the poem and answer the questions that follow.
The following phrase is meant to be taken literally?