Perry L. Powell, who lives with his wife in College Park, Georgia and works with the other side of his brain as a systems analyst, has appeared in Quantum Poetry Magazine, The Lyric, The Foliate Oak, Indigo Rising, The Camel Saloon, Lucid Rhythms, A Hundred Gourds, Prune Juice and Haiku Presence.
Carefully we tread deeply shadowed light
in a noon forest of crackling pines.
Summer winds drift around from nowhere to
nowhere, taking their time, even as we
might imagine the tramping of traders
and soldiers, of diplomats and killers,
of would-be saints, of those too clearly sinners
and of the frightened and the almost dead―
when the opening of a green meadow
with a shower of sun-dropped red poppies,
like the blood of a god spilled over all,
proposes another answer to that
question that clutches like cigarette smoke
around every head that seeks to breathe.