U-2

by Christopher Raley

 

As though submerged, I saw.  And it floated

above me, a black cross unsure of its

vertical axis.

 

Later, uban light through dirty windows,

it roars over highway like an omen,

then is silent as quickly as it came.

 

What do we say?  Budgets, numbers, figures

as though office walls are framed by digits,

and faith rapps sheetrock listening for the stud.

 

Nevermind my childhood just rattled

the glass and shook the desk.  My childhood:

winter after winter of drought.  High clouds

 

wisp on blue seedling dreams of leaving.

Afternoon: by the time I heard the roar

it was already climbing back to gone.

 

Office walls and digits cling to firm ground,

but I yearn in the rising

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to U-2

  1. I’m way behind reading. Unusual imagery to say the least. Well done.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s