venerdì 22 aprile 2011
Beyond The Glass
Here, the triangle of sky
I have been staring for years; in between
lines of poems, textbooks, letters.
The deep blue where my eyes found rest.
The anonymous dome on the way to your house,
the mountains further away. The imaginary line
ploughed by planes.
Have you ever seen it?
Cubes of buildings, shafts of sunlight,
fronds of plane trees. The comforting sound
of sirens. The world so far
away. Have I ever loved it?