Back Issue Winter 2004-05

Far Above Mortal Issues


In one of those rare,
but strangely frequent moments
in our marriage,
we both awoke in the dark
of the night--
this time to the sound
of geese riotously passing
over our roof.
I imagined the V
formation barely visible against
the inky sea of night sky;

while anchored in the warmth
of our bed,
our legs twined together
and her left arm draped
over my chest,
I ascended on my own flight
of sleep,
far above the houses of mortal
issues, neighborhoods of
responsibility,
streets of feeling.

Rob Hunter

Rob lives in Manchester, Vt. His poems have appeared in South Boston Literary Gazzette, Poetry Motel, Small Pond Magazine and others.