From the Plane

By Anne Marie Macari
It is a soft thing, it has been sifted   
from the sieve of space and seems   
asleep there under the moths of light.   

Cluster of dust and fire, from up here   
you are a stranger and I am dropping   
through the funnel of air to meet you.

Poem copyright ©2008 by Anne Marie Macari and reprinted from "She Heads into the Wilderness," Autumn House Press, 2008, by permission of Anne Marie Macari.

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