[Poem] Red Sphere Rising

2008-10-21 @ 12:46 a.m.

high in the sky rises a disc
round and perfect as a baby's button,
popping red like the pain of a cut

blinding all people with its perfection
it rotates but in a way we cannot recognize,
and everyone lifts up their hands,
reaching out for something
they do not understand

unreachable, yet some reach it
untouchable, yet some hold it,
wrap it tight in their arms

keep it until morning and it's yours