by Tony Kitt
These stones overhead,
comets juggling omens...
What’s the distance between nothing
and no other thing?
We eye the sky thinking of a science
to replace it with. Has anybody flown
to holiness from a language?
To bliss from publicity?
You’re right, we should have counted
air balloons inside our heads
well beforehand. Do you know
that all our breezes are sung by vultures?
The sky creates cities and dominions.
Under the setting celestial persimmon, somebody
swaps the whole planetarium of glowworms
for a yarn receptacle.
- Share this Poem:
ABOUT THE POET ~
Tony Kitt lives in Dublin, Ireland. His poems appear in multiple magazines and anthologies, including Oxford Poetry, Poetry Ireland Review, The North, Cyphers, The Honest Ulsterman, The American Journal of Poetry, Plume, Matter, etc. His collection entitled Endurable Infinity has been published by the University of Pittsburgh Press, in the Pitt series, in 2022. His other collection, Sky Sailing, is due from Salmon Poetry, Ireland, in 2024. His chapbook, The Magic Phlute, has been published by SurVision Books, Ireland, in 2019, and another chapbook, Further Through Time, by Origami Poems Project, USA, in 2022. He edited the anthology of Ukrainian poetry about the war in English translation entitled Invasion (SurVision Books, 2022), and was the winner of the Maria Edgeworth Poetry Prize.
Last updated January 27, 2024