 |
 |
Wonder
Maybe the sky is an intricate tattoo
of a small bird in flight, maybe the universe
is a forest, the soft moon a yellow tiger
among the many green moons. Maybe
the sky is a blue bicycle with wheels
of ether, long spangled streamers
slipping by. If the sky is a river
maybe the river is a ribbon of sky
winding through a sea of grass.
Maybe the sky is made of glass
and we walk gingerly beneath it
on the tender pads of our bare feet.
Dorianne Laux
Maybe the sky is an intricate tattoo
of a small bird in flight, maybe the universe
is a forest, the soft moon a yellow tiger
among the many green moons. Maybe
the sky is a blue bicycle with wheels
of ether, long spangled streamers
slipping by. If the sky is a river
maybe the river is a ribbon of sky
winding through a sea of grass.
Maybe the sky is made of glass
and we walk gingerly beneath it
on the tender pads of our bare feet.
Dorianne Laux
Tattoo by Sean Herman
| Copyright © 2009 Dorianne Laux (poetry); Sean Herman (art). All Rights Reserved. Poem written especially for HRR's WONDER issue. |
 | |  |
 | |  | |  | |  | |  | |  | |  |
 | |  | |  | |  | |  | |  | |  |