George Freek
At Glacier Bay
Between the black sky
and the elms something is missing,
if only I knew what it was.
Still, a change in the weather
will never change my life.
An apple falls from a tree,
like a drunken gymnast,
and the wind howls
like a hungry wolf.
One second trips over the next,
as I stagger toward nothing,
like a rock falling from a dream:
a dream filled with common shadows,
in a geography of common spaces,
and blind men and blind women,
dancing blindly, in ordinary places.
Bio
George Freek's poem "Enigmatic Variations" was recently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem "Night Thoughts" was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Thank you for giving my poems consideration.