Thursday, January 6, 2011

These Apparitions

These Apparitions

The car is dappled with stars of frost,
cloves embedded in an orange.

Over the road, a black cloud of starlings
converges and pulls apart like velcro.

Here, let me obstruct that for you,
the morning says. I take up its voice

twenty-seven miles later, nearly miss
my exit for the new smoothness

of the road, orange construction signs
and cones extinguished, potholes

stubbed out. Out of everything I have not
seen today, this week, and ever,

why these apparitions. What do I volunteer
to my attention. What is hiding.


  1. I like this a lot. It's thought-provoking.

    That second stanza creates a wonderful image. The unexpected "pulls apart like velcro" enhances it.

  2. Starlings DO fly like that. Just like that. Well observed!

  3. the road, the construction sites, the frost, the nearly missed exit all look prettier after you describe them...happy Thursday Hannah xx

  4. Very fitting to the new year, I think.

  5. Volunteering our attention, that is something I don't consider, the giving up of ourselves to point towards something else. I like it. Thanks, Hannah, for a well written, thought-inducing poem.


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