Guard Rails

Guard rails

line the pathways of my life,

where stone is black

and the sky devoid of stars,

Dashed lines ensure

that I remember my place.


High tension wires and telephone poles

trap the sun and moon,

undulates behind barbed wire.

Migrating east in the morning

and west in evening,

i chase the tail lights,

never quite able

to shorten the wavelengths.


Beyond the rails and wires,

 deer mingle with the trees,

as wisps of mist

rise and tumble

across the reservoir waters.

Crows shake

the night’s dust from their wings,

waking silently

from their communal sleep.

And i…

i long to live

under an unencumbered sky.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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