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.

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.

22/4/2012