(after the abstract painting by Tom Thayer)
1
In so many limbos
purgatories
and absinthe cups
confined as we were
birds in a cage
no utopias
no place to fly
not yet a doorway
in the sky
we wait.
2
Drifting in the everyday
we wait
the stars and sky
resist our prayers
murmurations
splitting air
on outstretched wings.
3
Life is little more
than sky
the wait
a hunger for the stars
to live again
and
fly
as birds released
to roam the sky
on wings of ease.
Neil Ellman (not pictured) lives and works in New Jersey. His poems, many of which are ekphrastic and based on works of modern art, appear in numerous print and online journals and chapbooks throughout the world, from Australia to Zimbabwe, and from Canada to Nepal.
