Thursday, February 2, 2012

He Wants Out

He Wants Out

Looking down is
looking up. You know,
Rothko-logic, as above,
so below, horizon as
equals sign. Or as the
white space between
the dark bars of the
equals sign. The earth’s
crust as horizon. As barrier
between polka-dotted
fiery freedom and
the irony, nickely fist
closed round the center
of the planet. Which allow
for each other’s existence.
We can’t differentiate
between enormities, the
big, big ocean, the ocean-
sized one patch of sky
we are always mooning over.
As I’ve heard humans
say about their dog:
he wants out. No verb,
just the result, inside
and warm one moment,
then poof, the open air
and all the stars to stare
back you, walls for windows
and ground that swings open
like a screen door to the sky.

8 comments

  1. Imagery, it's in here!

    I was reminded of blue-meeting-blue...sky domed over ocean...my tiny, stupid head caught in the sphere...

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  2. Line-endings are wonderful in this poem, Hannah! Happy to see that equal sign. ;) Enjoy your day!

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  3. Love that "irony, nickely fist"!

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  4. As I’ve heard humans
    say about their dog:
    he wants out. No verb,
    just the result


    this leap, not by human beings, but by your recognition, is brilliant. i am goofy over this.

    xo
    erin

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  5. Our feral kitty would like this. We caught him again, are keeping him inside, but he wants out :).

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  6. ground that swings open
    like a screen door to the sky


    i want out!!

    .

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  7. this amazing earth...and I too want out! xx

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  8. you know I had this vivid image of a vast steel 'equal sign' as I read and it brought all sorts of new ideas and thoughts on the weight of equality into my mind.... intriguing and inspiring miss H.

    thea.
    xx

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