Thursday, February 26, 2015

You Are Here - 3

Click on photo to see little men in big crystals


by Ed Roberson

There is nothing concrete to grasp in
looking into the morning sky

The evidence of red-eye
flights east a plane drawn line presents

is not a wheelbarrow solid enough
dependency as day and night

carry in coming and going
You don’t see the poem

saying anything you can’t see in it
White dashes of contrails’

seemingly unmoving streak towards sunrise
disquiet the pale otherwise

unpunctuated blue of dawn
breaks it off

Here is that silence

February is African American History month

The next post in this series is here, the previous post in this series is here.

1 comment:

  1. very cool pic - looks like something out of a Woody Allen movie .. . ..

    makes one wonder how many undiscovered places like this (and even more bizarre) there are

    the poem is amazing, zen-like spareness of word speaking volumes