Where the pen went

Where the pen went,
the mind had flown
where the mind flew
it paced the air, waiting
for a clear runway,
running out of fuel
above the spinning
earth atilt, askew,
a manuscript of crossings
and erasures to the west,
below, the glassy eyes
of lakes and rivulets
the mirrored sun
flashing up, flashing
into that mind that was
all engine roar and
perturbation, knocks
and sudden drops
and sudden altitude.

2 thoughts on “Where the pen went

  1. S, I love the way it ends!

    “into that mind that was
    all engine roar and
    perturbation, knocks
    and sudden drops
    and sudden altitude.”

    Yes!

    Like

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