Poem: Weathervanes & Paper Planes
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
We reach for the sun,
as if our hands could hold fire,
as if it were a copper coin
& the night,
a bottomless well.
Read more about Amanda's connection to poetry, along with her poem Wild Thing, here.
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