Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Stories We tell

Looking at the Sky Exercise: Write a poem about looking at the sky or one in which looking at the sky plays a role. 

It isn't really blue, you know 
- the sky - 
it's all done with atmosphere,
smoke and mirrors magic.

The sun's
white light is scattered,
absorbed by gas molecules and 
radiated in different directions.

And white light, you know, is 
really Roy G Biv.

Our eyes constantly perceive 
one thing as another,
seeing blue sky
where light bounces off

matter. But what matters
is that beneath the fiction
we tell ourselves 
- the sky is blue, the horizon exists -

we know the truth
and stick to our stories anyhow.


Tabor said...

This is a gem of a poem. Perfect balance between science and miracles!

Joanna Jenkins said...

Fantastic! I especially love the closing line.

And your header photo put a BIG smile on my face. I love seeing these flowering bushes in the springtime.

xo jj

Judith said...

(I especially love Roy G. Biv, although the poem is stuffed with many many goodies.)