sunny morning
by m lewis redford
after a night
of no electricity where
the carpets seemed like floorboards
and we snuggled together in bed
un-asleep
sunny morning
high high in the sky
a wide band of cirrus cloud
allows the whole world
to move its rooftops beneath it
more direct
a jet trail cuts into it – no
above it –
drifting at fifty miles an hour
I look back into my book
then glance back out at the poem
the cloud
has magnified as it settles behind
the rooftops chimneys treetops
the jet trail nowhere to be seen
I’m sure I’d noticed it
chimney wormhole: wide-open / concentration
clouds wormhole: the end
passing wormhole: strangers
reading wormhole: the spectre
lovely
thank you Suzy
Oooooh, I’ve been here before. Wish I could hit the like button again cuz this was more stunning the second time but I’ll just have to hit that fifth star from the left instead…
LoVeD “then glance back out at the poem”. That’s where it really resides, isn’t it?
…further–into the chimney…
you lift my heart, you lift my heart