Your eyes are corridors
of comprehension. Old.
A bee revives, and truth is tolled.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine
Poems
Dreaming of cathedrals
Dreaming of cathedrals
you float through the cold.
Why did Sunday run away?
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine
Irrational urge
Do you know that irrational urge
to climb a tree?
To settle in the purple wake
of day?
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine
What if
What if your child was sad
to the bone
and you didn’t know?
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine
The wagging finger
Watch the wagging finger
dazzle a diamante
and turn upon its owner.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine
Meaning of a dream
A wandering, pondering, narrative dream
refreshes. What it means
is what it means to you.
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine
Cats crying
Cats crying under my balcony
remind me of cats crying
somewhere else. But sadder.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine
Back here
Alas, alack.
Back here.
You always arrive
back here.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine
Coins are heavy
Coins are heavy
notes are light.
Clouds walk on stilts
for your delight.
Photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine
Say less
Say less.
Mean more.
Win the match.
Lose the score.
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine
Poems in the wild—Rachel McAlpine 