Poem: The sky is moving

The sky is moving

Sand between your teeth

‘Between’ because ‘beneath’

Is meaningless in this context

And shouldn’t a poem have meaning?

Shouldn’t a thing contain another thing?

To just be beautiful is rather sad

So, sand between your teeth

You’re probably at the beach, aren’t you?

Where else do you get sand between your teeth?

Suggestions are welcome

Though they will be ignored

This poem is not a team effort

 

Now sand beneath your teeth, however,

Wouldn’t that be fascinating?

A place where that happens

Is bound to be interesting

Yes, I have decided

That you’ve somehow gotten sand beneath your teeth

And now you’re looking up at the sky

Why else that particular title, after all?

Not because it seemed like a good idea at the time

No siree Bob

How dare you suggest that!

 

We’ve established that you’re staring up at the sky

You lie back in the sand

You close your eyes

And then when, after a while, you open them again

Does the world seem changed?

Let me narrow that down for you:

How does the sky look?

Is it brighter?

Darker?

Does it move faster or slower?

Does it move at all?

Something’s changed, right?

 

People say we look at the same world

No

We look through different eyes, so we look at different worlds

The world is in the eye of the beholder

Let’s take that a step further

The world is in the pen of the writer

And in this poem,

Of which I am the writer,

(Remember how your suggestions were disregarded)

Sand is beneath your teeth

Whatever that means