Claire's Poetry Corner | Oct 23

How Beautiful

by Mary Jo Bang

A personal lens: glass bending rays

That gave one that day’s news

Saying each and every day,

Just remember you are standing

On a planet that’s evolving.

How beautiful, she thought, what distance does

For water, the view from above or afar.

In last night’s dream, they were back again

At the beginning. She was a child

And he was a child.

A plane lit down and left her there.

Cold whitening the white sky whiter.

Then a scalpel cut her open for all the world

To be a sea.