The State of Emergencies
The State of Emergencies
From the window
with rounded corners
we look
down
to see the sun
reflected
in field and forest floor
from pools
left behind
by the morning storm
These new-lain marshes
occasionally
mirror the sky
perfectly
in the windless-still
of ditch or furrow
***
As the plane descends
its shadow floats
for a second
across the highway
still shine-slick
lined with cars
heading home
to work
to a pub inside the city
***
The wheels touch
down
and spit mist
Soon we’ll race
across the parking lot
skipping puddles
pulling our suitcases
behind
Then we’ll try
to figure out
exactly
where we
are going
R L Raymond, Originally published in "Steel Chisel"