Thursday April 26 was Poem in your Pocket day. I haven’t always been much into poetry, but I have some friends that write poetry and I’ve been doing more reading of poetry. I’ve found that I really like listening to it.
I would like to share a poem by Kevin Rabas to honor the holiday that I missed.
from Lisa’s Flying Electric Piano by Kevin Rabas
Fall Up
Gunkle and I had this big mirror between us, hefting it
into the back of his blue pick up truck. Gunkle’s part retarded,
a giant in blue jeans and green Crocs, wearing a white t-shirt
with battery acid on it. His glasses are thicker than my thumb.
So, we grab hold of this monster mirror, and it glints,
and we both look into that mirror, noticing the clarity
of that blue sky and those green sycamore leaves reflected
so perfectly that is appears you could just dive on into that mirror
and sink into the sky, and we think the same thing.
“You could fall up,” Gunkle says, “and just keep on falling.
Nothing would stop you.” And that was the way of it.
Gunkle’s mind was now my mind, and I was in that mirror
falling on up through those white smoke clouds
headed towards an orange sun.
Gunkle and I stacked box bed springs on top the mirror,
and some branches from out front, and I could hear that large mirror crack,
but I think Gunkle and I could still see it—
that vision of sinking into sky, drowning
with only the sun to hold us up.
