Moonlight holds
dark milligrams,
pentagrams of photons
dispossessed, lost;
I witness the diaspora
of light. Darkness veils
as deafness, no evil
nor good when there is no need,
when eyes become superfluous.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: despair
The situation grows worse though
nothing has changed; she turns
to face the windswept space below
confident it will hold her. In
pointe slippers she tiptoes nearer
the edge and simply falls forward.
The ground recedes, gets smaller
with each new inch of elevation.
She turns midair and allows herself
a moment to revel in ascension. She
has never before dreamed but now seems
the right time.
© Chagall 2016
On the roof
the city below
is quiet
Gray
the order of
the day
People still use clotheslines here
cursive swoops of nylon rope
wet haberdashery semaphore
Empty rivers on either side
the low-end of tugboat blasts
is lost here
Each one grabs
an arm
a leg
apiece
Spreads me like a kite
brings me to the edge
begins a count of three
A sail on the river begs a breeze
no longer grasps hold
kites below become smaller
. . . I be gone
It is certainly quieter here
save for the rush of wind
Chagall 2016
She fell from the branch
immediately shaping a figure S
then soared on a wing full of air
while I remain here unamused
lacking desire to fly
Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 