Thursday, October 25, 2012

NAPOWRIMO Day 28 - A Poem of Space

Presently my favorite space to hang out is on my deck which is on the fourth floor of a huge complex.


Off our living room there's a balcony with wrought iron railings.
We hung a small wind chime from the corner
then added a coral begonia and violets.
There are two Adirondack chairs and a small iron table.
The deck is the same grayish putty color as the chairs
made by the Amish. When I sit in one of the chairs
I rest my arms on the wide chair armrests;
my back relaxes into a curve so perfect
that I believe this chair was designed
to fit my spine alone. The view looks out over trees,
over a bare lot, past the side street, past Interstate 35
with its steady purr and roar of traffic.
Sometimes geese fly overhead
so near I can see individual pattern variations
in their feathers. They fly this time of year
practicing for migration.
Their honks and V-formations
make them as one single organism.
While on the other hand,
here on my porch in the air,
I am alone and free,
if only for a few moments.

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