SAINT JULIAN PRESS

KEVIN MCGRATH ~ POET

 

U T O P I A

 

T A T I A N A

 

Geese landing upon a lake

In the final red bars of dusk

The soft noise of a hundred wings

Mowing through cool dark air

 

From over smooth hills they came

Crying out in long formation

Above a half-moon was gaping

At a brilliant white planet

 

Onto calm water descending

Something greater than we ever were

 Rising and falling onto a lake

Circling low in black emptiness

 

Further off in a house children

Were imitating a tune

As the last thin pink rays went

From a primitive sky to another world

 

Reversal of so much human life

We repeat thinking we invent

Sleep fills our hemisphere as

An owl glides from its wood