Thursday, May 29, 2014

Trapeze by Deborah Digges

Jetstream 'dragonfly' in my neighborhood last summer
 
 
TRAPEZE
By Deborah Digges, 1950 - 2009
 
See how the first dark takes the city in its arms 
and carries it into what yesterday we called the future. 

O, the dying are such acrobats. 
Here you must take a boat from one day to the next, 

or clutch the girders of the bridge, hand over hand. 
But they are sailing like a pendulum between eternity and evening, 

diving, recovering, balancing the air. 
Who can tell at this hour seabirds from starlings, 

wind from revolving doors or currents off the river. 
Some are as children on swings pumping higher and higher. 

Don’t call them back, don’t call them in for supper. 
See, they leave scuff marks like jet trails on the sky.
 
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2 comments:

Kelly said...

Perfect photograph to go with a lovely poem.

Marion said...

Thanks, Kelly. A moment of synchronicity. xo