Arc

And wake.

In the old world 

we left ourselves

dreaming days to come, 

but upon arrival wanted

to crawl back in. Now the

eyes open with reluctance

to the same sea, but the

angle is wrong, and instead

of the land at our feet there

is only the sky we once

rushed ourselves into,

and the wake. 

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

7 thoughts on “Arc”

  2. michael raven – Twin Cities, MN, USA – Nontraditional scribbler of words; occasionally coherent. Mostly harmless. Author of "galdr: thought + memory".
    michael raven says:

    Lovely piece today, Stacey. So many fleeting images in my head when I close my eyes.

    Reply
      1. michael raven – Twin Cities, MN, USA – Nontraditional scribbler of words; occasionally coherent. Mostly harmless. Author of "galdr: thought + memory".
        michael raven says:

        And you as well. 🙂

  3. Bartholomew Barker – Hillsborough, North Carolina – Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
    Bartholomew Barker says:

    Love this one, like I’m underwater and don’t feel the gravity.

    Reply

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