Fixed on a moth, my eyes cross.
In the powdery periphery
gravity has my thoughts traversing in vertical trails.
Clinging on the surface of the known
waiting in tense slumber,
it holds on.
Eyes, opened or closed,
hold fluid visions of flying.
The potency of time to freeze
or to free. Gripping the cool, wet pane,
feeling that one intersecting drop
could wash it away, unaware.
Suzy Wedeward lives near West Bend, Wisconsin with her husband. They have three grown children and enjoy traveling to see them. Suzy’s poems have appeared in Pyrite and Creative Wisconsin magazine. She has won the Jade Ring prize for poetry from the Wisconsin Writers Association.