December 7, 2018
Photo by Melanie Black

Journey
A Poem by Melanie Black

Evening’s light captures me.
From outside the window
Slices of rosy gold fold through spaces
Between geometric buildings.

The “wa-wa” of ruinous voices
On the television try to distract
With repetitive dramas,
All about one apocalypse or another.

But the untamed jungle of brush
And shredded vine bid me to come.
There I fly with
The roaring wind and rise

High above this strip of land —
Scuttling between leaves and birds.
I escape above the clouds,
Bounce between lofty prisms

Until the sun disappears.
Finally alone in the silent darkness
I consider the earth below,
Apprehensive about my return.


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