Collections By Merry

       Beneath Golden Leaves

Someday –
      I will hurl myself at that image
          which so rudely confronts me
                           every morning…
     And it will shatter into
        thousands upon thousands 
             of piercing shards
   and shower down upon the Earth 
                       for centuries…
                 drowning reality 
                     and shedding light
                        on every illusion.

  And then --
I will hide 
beneath golden leaves,
pass through sleeping towns 
on empty trains --
And never care for skyscrapers
         But only for the sky…

                     Merry Clark