Broken down while traveling
The stone skipped across space-time
willy nilly, carrying the alchemy
of stars long gone. It spins on and off
comet tails losing and gathering
elements and size before igniting
in Earth’s atmosphere, a moon’s moon
burnt to a nub that sticks
in the horizon’s eye like pollen.
Accidental satellite, turning last leaf,
of a precious plant, poked into fresh dirt,
new roots, new seed the Earth tows
until it drops from orbit, catching
another current, the next ride.
…..
This poem is from the chapbook Keep Your Damn Seat by Caroline Kane Kenna (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/keep-your-damn-seat-by-caroline-kane-kenna/
Keep Your Damn Seat is Caroline Kane Kenna’s debut chapbook. She is an accidental poet, occasional essayist and a newspaper reporter before the internet. While a trailing spouse, and stay at home Mom for three sons, she drafted several novels, wrote memoir in the Midwest and discovered poetry and her people when the family moved to North Carolina. Her poems have placed in Charlotte Writers Club contests, are published in anthologies, Above the Fold (Main Street Rag), Kakalak. The North Carolina Poetry Society Poetry in Plain Sight, Charlotte Art League gallery ekphrastic exhibits and essays in Fool Hardy, (The Personal Story Publishing Project) The Love of Baseball, (McFarland) and Reflections on the New River (McFarland) A former Charlotte Writers Club president and member of the board of directors, she attends Table Rock Writers Conference, is a poet in the “free nation” of Shabazz and frequents open mics in the Charlotte NC area. She holds batchelor’s degrees from King College and Memphis State.
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