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A Creature of Complicated Flight
by Alison McKenzie
It’s the middle of the night.
I shouldn’t be up.
But lately,
Sleep just doesn’t show up
On any sort of reliable schedule.
It always happens
When I have
No particular place
To be, at any particular time.
I see the world turning
Outside.
I am removed
From the fray,
And it’s the way
I prefer it.
I adore my life.
I have everything here
That I would ever need.
I feel grateful
And incredibly blessed.
But every so often,
A colorful creature
Of entirely complicated flight
Pops into view,
Like a quark
From another dimension –
And I am reminded
That there is existence
Beyond my small realm.
His wings flutter
At the rate of
Some numerical impossibility,
Creating a song
I can never quite reproduce.
I catch myself listening,
Even when I know
I won’t detect him
With any reasonable sense.
03/04/2012
Posted on 03/04/2012
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/04/12 at 10:07 PM I love it, and the atwork (did you create it?)
Sometimes we are so absorbed in the day to day we fail to be inspired...but those little moments as you say, we are reminded of SO much more. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 03/05/12 at 04:23 PM Even when annoyed at being unable to sleep, in those moments I take heed of all the beauty and wonder around me. Gorgeous. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/08/12 at 04:15 PM Reading this feels like you visited my brain. I like the way that you're able to get me to identify so smoothly into your world.
Also, just, I adore this poem too! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/13/12 at 01:37 AM As a life long aficiando of anything with wings, I thoroughly enjoyed this piece. Pardon the cliché, but that first stanza drew me in like moth to flame. IMHO, more powerful closure without that last stanza. |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 08/07/12 at 05:22 PM I particularly enjoyed the second to last stanza: "His wings flutter / At the rate of / Some numerical impossibility / Creating a song I can never quite reproduce." Read aloud, these lines produce a rather euphonic sound. Bravo!
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| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/27/12 at 12:05 PM this ode is itself a creature of complicated flight and humming beautiful and bright. |
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