There is nothing concrete to grasp in looking into the morning sky The evidence of red-eye flights east a plane drawn line presents is not a wheelbarrow solid enough dependency as day and night carry in coming and going You don't see the poem saying anything you can't see in it White dashes of contrails' seemingly unmoving streak towards sunrise disquiet the pale otherwise unpunctuated blue of dawn breaks it off Here is that silence
Copyright © 2011 by Ed Roberson. Used with permission of the author.
C.D. Wright has described Roberson's work as "lyric poetry of meticulous design and lasting emotional significance"
Date Published: 2011-11-09
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/here