Aphelion Issue 275, Volume 26
August 2022
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by John Grey

I can have nothing in the sky
so I pick conch shells from the sea-shore,
rocks from the field,
yellow tulips out of the garden.
Though my hands reach for
sun, stars, moon,
a great distance begins at the tip of my fingers.
The earth, though, is never closer.
I can grasp what I want
but the ease of it
destroys my wanting.
Give me a sun to press against my ear
and hear its fire,
a star to skim glowing across a lake,
a moon to shimmer at the end
of ad outrageous stem.
And you wonder at my hesitance
to take you in my arms.
For the love is where I must decide...
are you earthen, are you of the heavens?
Vision, touch, have been this road before.
But are they gravity
or are they flight?

© 2009 John Grey

John Grey has been published recently in the Georgetown Review, Connecticut Review, South Carolina Review and The Pedestal, with work upcoming in Poetry East and The Pinch.

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