At Glacier Bay | George Freek

(After Tu Fu)

Between the black sky
and the elm leaves something is missing.
if only I knew what it was.
Still, a change in the weather
will never change my life.
An apple falls like a drunken gymnast,
and the wind howls.
One second trips over the next,
and I stagger towards nothing
like a rock falling out of a dream:
a dream filled with common shadows,
in a geography of common spaces,
and blind men and blind women,
dancing blindly in ordinary places. 

George Freek’s poetry appears in numerous Journals and Reviews. His poem “Written At Blue Lake” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His poem “Enigmatic Variations” was also recently nominated for Best of the Net. His collection “Melancholia” is published by Red Wolf Editions.