And into air I spin and twist:
I never knew my scattered world
This high, this bright, this burning light.
And down below they swirl in blue.
The forests and the fields, they flow.
Their dizzy hearts, their green and grey
Are fading out, escaping from
The boxes and the traps we built.
And here, I hang on cirrus lines,
On eddies at the edge of space,
In jouissance, in points beyond
The passing earth and all it was.
It slips away: a distant star,
A point of light in boundless light.
This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going journey.
The photographs, with poems, can be found at:
the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at: