And so it seems this all must end
In blue and gold and shattered glass,
In metal coils around the throats
Of mottled lives between the cracks.
What route I took I just don’t know,
It seemed so long and hardly changed:
No matter how, the rains will fall,
The storm will come and I will fall.
I have no questions left to ask.
Explosions in the sky can pass,
Explosions take my eyes and pass,
Explosions bring this to its end.
The summer lost its heart to me,
But I was cold and told it so.
This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going collaboration.
The photographs, with poems, can be found at:
the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at: