Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Monitoring Device (Poem)

Monitoring Device

Tender, this thing inside
breaks. The fuss of stat!
passes in the instant.

Picture this: once-steep hills
to get across, get over—
rise interrupted by fall.

A solid line shimmers
ahead, stretches so long.

2016 © Maureen E. Doallas


michelle ortega said...

I'm in awe once again of your imagery~to portray such a poignant moment so peacefully.

Maureen said...

Thank you, Michelle.