Ceiling Lake Poem by Lauren Michaels

Ceiling Lake



The sunlight catches
And reflects.
On pools of water on the flat roof.
(Old Asbestos seventies relics
Oil dependent, single story, not enough windows)
And its cast back up to higher ceilings
where it flows again.
A rippling river of sunlight above our heads.
An Aspiration lake.
Made of nothing. Ending in nothing.
Everyday its as beautiful as the last.
Everyday, the same as the last.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Goldy Locks 02 February 2007

Like the idea. a translucent, like blue (glass?) ceiling. i'd care to see it developed more. ~~sjg

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