long trip home

empty corn fields
grey snow patches
salt etched pavement
this brown world
a blur in my window

yesterday music
light and sound explosion
steel strings and microphones
sweet, sad, and angry

today
just brain images
and silence

where does my finger
touch humanity?
is the world like water
or sand?
my life impression
words and images
soul of art

this brown world is dead
and cold
the horizon flat

the pictures are
all that remain

-bonnie pignatiello leer
(Accepted for Cram vol 2)