Latest Poetry
I haven’t written very much
poetry for a period of time but recently I started again. This poem is from a
tentative collection called “End Times’
A poem can start anywhere I
think
As I lie, resting, gazing at
The yellow sky of afternoon
In late November as a
Solitary plane moves slowly
through
My field of vision, lights
blinking,
Coming in for a landing. I
imagine
Its path across a darkening
bay,
Instruments seeking this
narrow
Strip of sand, stuck out so
precariously
Into the endless expanse of
The
Of the monument, lit now for
Christmas
Shoving up into the limitless
sky, the
Endless space. How brave, how
Audacious we are, antlike,
venturing
Into that void, our
consciousness sparkling
Like a lightning bug, now on,
now off,
Taking off into that space,
trusting
Our instruments will find that
Narrow land and lead us home.
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