Cage

The Sophisticated Life

Grounded

I've been away from this blog way too long. Here's a poem that was recently published in a chapbook entitled CONNECTION: A Collection of Poems Inspired be the Art of Thuy Saliba.

Grounded

Acorns and the pit of an apricot,
some red berries from the prickly hedge
(not to be eaten), and three spiral shells,
brittle and whitened with vacancy, rattle

as the child drops a spoon-shaped fossil
into the tin can. No museum would suit
her specimens better than this metal
collection cup, and having reached the edge

of the yard she spies a single red leaf
grounded beyond the iron gate. With the tips
of her fingers she can nearly tease

the leaf into her grasp; then the wind lifts
and from the overhanging branches strips
a boughburst of cardinals and canaries.