The following is a collaborative poem written at the Spontaneuous Writing Booth during the Share the Word event hosted at the Central Library in Madison, WI on Friday, May 5. I was not one of the spontaneous poets but I gave them the first two lines that propelled the poem to the final 5 lines that Dana Maya graciously contributed.
-Hanz Olson
Railstrick and force umbrella
Made up for the lost art of
Nothingness–who knows where
The time goes & we’ll be with you now.
Shut the umbrella–drops have stopped,
Step out from under–your face alight
Your face all right, nothing “lite,”
But heavy as the night, dark turning white
The skeleton-in-a-skirt is an
Umbrella, its ribcage extended, proud
Upward, small dome, cathedral for
One small prayer: may I walk safe
Under this sky.
Composed by Molly Wesling, Ted Highsmith, Susan Podebrasky, Dana Maya and myself.
Innumerable Stumble 