Of Us All

Unseen, but somewhere

Between sky and earth

The sound of a blind, heavy plane –

Born of one,

Belonging to neither –

Grumbles at both.

Trucks, like dull coloured ants,

Traipse across the floors

Of the sky.

Last night’s rain

Has made slow machines

Of us all.

Picture source: www.commons.wikimedia.org

4 thoughts on “Of Us All

  1. Nicola Kirk says:

    Yeah, frustratingly so… Excellent poem! 🙂

  2. sc0pic says:

    I can hear the plane grumbling now. Very nice

  3. Angela says:

    Love the metaphors in this poem.

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