right hand pointing

 

  Airborne

Allen Smith
 

 



Large as the Rose window,
the Ferris wheel let me solo my cries,
not unlike your tears for stained glass
and all volunteers blooming on their own.

Though mine were from fear,
they blinked from the same spectrum
as the woman singing at vespers,
along with all the penitent ones before those on high.

With the number of turns set
no more than the swings of a censer,
the pleading look in our eyes was baptism enough,
rising and setting in late afternoon light
as the sun, like Icarus, fell from the sky.

 

 

 

  

Allen Smith's poems have appeared in Crucible, Maryland Poetry Review and
the Urban Hiker, among other publications. He is the editor of the ADA
Compliance Guide.