POETRY: Quick Fix

Posted on April 19, 2009 by susan

I didn’t see it but I’d heard
the sky had fallen
somewhere in the southern part of Spain.
And someone (again, I don’t know for a fact)
had tried to patch the cracks with duct tape
rolled out like ribbons
and someone else stuffed cotton
in the holes
that looked like clouds
and then a lady from Wisconsin
sent a box of silver thumbtacks
which someone used to pin the edges
to the earth
and looking up at night
they shone like stars so
for a while,
everyone relaxed, ignored
the rumble that they said was thunder
and smiling at their handiwork,
sighed.

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2 Responses to POETRY: Quick Fix

  1. Roberta Smith says:
    April 19, 2009 at 2:21 pm

    Susan, you are such a crafty poet with your ribbon, duct tape, cotton balls, etc. I do not try to interpret the poem for others. I only tell you how I see it and why I appreciate it so very much. This poem speaks to me about the environmental damage done through a discard, rather than recycling philosophy. But what I like best about it is it seems to give honor to the (oft regarded as worthless) handiwork I do for the sake of the “pleasure” it gives me to “relax” and “ignore the rumble”. And when it comes to the poem, I love the resourcefulness, freshness, and originality of your poetic handiwork as well.

  2. susan says:
    April 19, 2009 at 5:27 pm

    Oh thank you, Roberta. Your interpretation is very close to what I see it as; it all just came out and one thing led to another and then I realized it appeared to cover all sorts of current worldly goings-on.

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