Poem for today
the macrocarpas strain to touch
the edges of the sky.
We see storms ahead but forget
to check the weather behind.
We listen to the radio.
The grass is green. Everything
we remember is somewhere else.
We believe in wishing
on a white horse and a black dog.
We travel with our fingers crossed.
Inland is the first of several poems I’ve written about being on a journey. The poem was first published in White Horse Black Dog Sport 15 (1995), an issue dedicated to Peter Black’s Moving Pictures photographs. I was reminded of it when Peter recently re-published Moving Pictures as a slideshow on his new website. Moving Pictures is a wonderful work and worth checking out.