Friday, April 02, 2010

April Day Two Brewer

Geese scream the pond’s surface out of smoothness
a hand re-wrinkling the bedsheets.

To skim the season off the top of the lake
and hang it in the panes for a way to look out.

To look-out from the balcony to any god’s hand-mirror
and see the sky’s jigsawed countenance on the ground.

The rainfall that fell there, falls up, regives.
What isn’t earth, isn’t air, isn’t fire is.

1 comment:

Lesley Jenike said...

Love this!!