Poem // I open upon a blank world (2012)

I open upon a blank world

So

far above, a sky brushed charcoal is

dotted with tiny worlds my eyes cannot yet see.

Once-iridescent constellations have since

dissolved into lonely creatures—

much

like the artist stripped of his passions.

And scattered are they among every corner

of existence to face man’s truest test—perpetual

loneliness.

Imagine. My dreams dance in

technicolor, a celestial cerulean sea

rippled by a winged blur of precious

lives

swimming through its depths,

high above my head.

A tiny golden finch perches

here,

upon my shoulder,

and I can feel the closeness

of his promise. He trills his soft

melodies in my ear.

But before I can touch him,

he

vanishes.

By M. Wobrak

Originally published in AEONS Literary Magazine, Norwin High School (2012)