Marjorie M. Smith

(Peoria, Illinois)

Aloft - Poem by Marjorie M. Smith

A manmade thing -
Spilled patches of grease
On brittle steel gray,
Spanning outward and upward;
Viewed from a
Postage-stamp window
Headed Island-South.
God's precious sun
Warming my shoulder,
Highlighting dreary gray
To luminous silver,
Reflecting blue-green
Placid waters,
Speckled Bahamian bits
Under a creamy topping
Of cumulus puffs.
He merely touches
And the man
And the manmade thing
Are never the same...

Finite -
A part of infinite.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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