Not Here

August 15th, 2008

Somewhere, not-here, jagged mountains pass from verdant emerald green to snowy desolation in the course of a single day. Oceans are so salty that leaves on trees and blades of grass for miles inland appear furry, embedded in crystalline cocoons. The desert shifts shape like rolling tides, and sometimes the sand reveals a desert floor made of sheer glass. Rain falls horizontally. Clouds spew vertically out of the ground, funneling into an apricot sky. Sunsets last for days. Would human eyes work here? Would human brains let them?

Entry Filed under: Poetry