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.