My negative of a fine net
Across the cover of my notebook
Called: Berlin Nightflight
N52°30’57.084”013°22’42.341”
Silver-spider web of roads and
Innumerable dots of
Illuminated houses
The light-intense spots of
Public buildings and shops
The spider sitting in the dense
Core of her finely spun net.
An Indian dreamcatcher
Inspiring for the artist and
The poet alike.
Sketches on the fine paper
By the artist
That inspire the poet in him
To write
His innermost web unfolds
The catch the slightest sound
Of voices
The faintest images of people
Deer and children
Hardest hit by fate and
Luckiest souls to unfurl.
NETS.STEN
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.