Night flight...
Through my dim gloomy shadow in the
window
I watch civilization's lights
Sprawled over the vast dark still sleeping
earth,
A glimmering toxic fungus in the cold
night.
I am inverted...
Lying against the night I fall upward
to the ground
Where all the stars have fallen.
I am absorbed, consumed by darkness
and light.
The world is this jet
Full of false yellow light and brown
shadows,
The motions of hands and the rustling
of pages
Whispers of breath moving over dry
lips and throats.
We are a mechanical fish swimming slowly
over
A phophorescent net
Glittering under the wash of invisible
waves
In a vast black aquarium.
I watch through the thick glass of
my window.
Blooms of light coat the dark ground.
The world is inside me; I am not.
Fall 1996
Copyright 1997 by Jennifer Kohl. All rights reserved.
