top of page

Look at the Sky - April 9, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • 5 hours ago
  • 1 min read

the morning slips under

a milk spill on blue carpet sky

a sun-cloud cocktail of

strange taste and feeling

 

a dim world where shadows

brighten, this dusk-daylight

when the nocturnal open an eye

and the diurnal let an eyelid slip

 

stuck in this muted interface

the world is gray, quiet and

I’m grounded as the hours pass

inside a blanket-covered mirror

 

ooooh   but then

the sun bursts forth

 

some things run and hide

others look up at the sky

 

I am suddenly

cleared for takeoff

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
First Poet on the Moon - April 8, 2026

it should be someone not so enamored with her fat yellow smile because in person, they’d be crushed by her looks   a dusty colorless face, so pock-marked with boulders rocks and sharp bony ridges  eve

 
 
 
DEI and Afterschool Basketball - April7, 2026

six teams eight 5th-graders each two or three with talent the rest slow, shy, uncoordinated or hating to be there   as captain, I played every kid in every game, mixing in the good ones with the non-a

 
 
 
At Least Clouds are Honest - April 6, 2026

dark ones need to be watched they’re up to something   white ones are in a much lazier mood and drift without a care   so many things are deceptive   like us, who use a smile, the skill of words and o

 
 
 

Comments


  • facebook

©2020 by Poetry Rock. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page