JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

a summer sky hangs brilliant

off-axis, gasping beauty

cornfield yellow escapes my throat

 

I think of opposites, stardust

emptiness and moonlight

while all around me whirls

 

and how you can’t tackle

the big questions

when you’re big

 

because the years have cemented

the pieces of jigsaw

into place

 

each in its own permanent

posture, day after

sun baked day

 

and how you looked

at birds and stars

and airplanes

 

and how off-axis

it all hangs there

 

and all you need to do

is cup your hands