Tome

....in thinking across waters

     crawl-ing ~

the black ants

 

all around

 this old vault

   on the ground

 

and inbetween

the

 fissures

 too

the ants

   like me

 

and not like you

who

circling

the stars

 

and that moonshine

    on the shingles

 as

a super

  ariel naut

 

so

 very near

   to

     the sun

and the heat

glowing

 

a

 red-orange

      hot

so

very far

above

   me

 

I

 do

 

I

 

hear

   the tune

 

you

 huum

 

across

the

   rippling waves

and sometimes

I do

 

think

  to

 

   look

for you

 

as

I look

   down into

   the watery

reflections

that

 sometimes

  but not

too

often

  reveal the

      stars

 

     and thus

            you

 

     tome ~

 

 

Reviews

[KAREN]

This poem is beautiful and poetic, and the imagery is awesome.