Trajectory (a poem)

Poetry by Kilmeny MacMichael

Contrail paints through blue

I turn away, but later

your flight’s thunder breaks

I guard long-lasting summer’s gift

as frost creeps upwards, shivering

Small brown and brown birds

dart around hanging feeder

the tree dreams beyond cloud

Young red-tail attacks

leaving me a feather

as the starving moon rises

Cold red hands plant old seeds

Bells gravelling late snow

every day alone is a Sunday

Hesitant knock at front door

look shining above

a biplane victory rolls

New beard sprouts under fingers

wet smell of life pushing

feeding from the roots of yesterday

Buzzing chokecherry blooms

the first paper wasp launches

together we hurry

towards our taste of lightning.