Poem: Weathervanes & Paper Planes
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The poems and prose in Amanda Torroni's new book, Stargazing at Noon, unfold in moon phases, beginning with a fullness, then purging. This poem, Weathervanes & Paper Planes, is from the gibbous phase.
WEATHERVANES & PAPER PLANES
Rain tap dancing on a tin roof,
the rusty staccato of toe and heel,
a weathervane stuck on West—
who needs prediction
when you are the prevailing wind,
the constant, neither light,
nor variable, a migratory bird
who comes back
year. after year. after year.
We stare at the horizon
& wait for the future
to arrive.
We reach for the sun,
as if our hands could hold fire,
as if it were a copper coin
& the night,
a bottomless well.
I wish.
Read more about Amanda's connection to poetry, along with her poem Wild Thing, here.
From Stargazing at Noon, copyright © 2019 by Amanda Torroni. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of reprints in the context of reviews.
About the Author
Amanda Torroni is a graduate of the honors college at the College of Charleston, where she studied philosophy. Her creative writing career started while studying abroad in Rome, and since then she’s self-published six books,...
