Philip Rosenthal © 2009 All Rights Reserved
Philip Rosenthal © 2009 All Rights Reserved
Naked Air
Maybe looking in the wrong place
Maybe
the hologram come-and-gone glint just above
the dragonfly’s wing
the old woman’s voice cracked porcelain
the girl’s freesia and rain
Maybe underground
the earthworm’s rummage through the roots
The white curtain breathes out
the dark blue window
Stones lighten the masons’ Spanish whistle-songs
Bay and madrone blaze and extinguish late
afternoon across the creek canyon
From the deck redwood’s long limbs
trail spider strands
Maybe the re-leaf
branches adagio
and lentissimo
Under the invisible baton
sky a backlit reliquary lucent with red-shoulderedhawks
and the scissor glitter of swifts
Maybe a shadow hiding behind
a shadow
Carolyn Dille’s poems have been finalists in the Poetry Society of America Emily Dickinson Award, Many Mountains Moving and The Sow’s Ear Review. For her poetry and her collaborative work with an artist, she has been awarded Artist Residency fellowships by the Jentel Foundation. She holds an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts and leads workshops and retreats in writing, creative awareness and meditation practices in the San Francisco and Monterey Bay areas. www.carolyndille.com