From the Ferry, Looking Out
What bonds must hold these atoms’ hands
that I stand so collected,
like stamps or butterflies?
I can see my yesterdays
scattered across this river, and I wonder whether
you could piece me together in different ways
by asking the inconstant water
how she would build me.
Twilight shatters into street lights;
deep blue turns fog
into romance. I am looking
to complete my collection,
and I keep coming back
QPF’s Poem of the Week (Poetry in the Suburbs) project takes poetry to the general public, with a new poem on CityCat ferry screens every week. Mine was up in July 2007.