Inversion

by | Feb 18, 2011 | Blog, My Poems

 

There will come a day
when no one—

literally no one—

will carry a Polaroid camera.

You walk through
a corn field

realize

the machines
have learned

to walk.

The water

turns to ice,
turns to mold

hung

within a tree—

your hair long
trimmed

with wind,

fossilized
on a stone.