Monday, March 28, 2011

Fly, poetry by Rojan Zét

At runway's end
wings swing round
then stop. Roaring
increases, ground rushes
past, then drops off.
Earth turns to air,
fence-post hawks shrink
to mice, fields become

Jagged peaks ring
higher distances of
afternoon beyond a
sun-burnished shadow
racing a solitary boat,
out of reach.

The downhill roll into
Port Browning leads to the
flash of thousand-bellied
herring in deep darkness
at dock's end. Jellyfish
flex, silent. Crows bark.
The oily smoothness dissolves....

Whiskers dripping, a harbour
seal watches a gull poke its
beak into feathers under its
wing, scream over the water,
and lift into air.

Rojan Zét

1 comment:

  1. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts.