April 16: The Manhole

Open Manhole
In a greensward that I walk past every day,
A yellow scaffold warned me to take care,
In my distraction not to go astray
And fall into those innards, now laid bare.

To see a space revealed beneath the ground,
Gainsaying the solidity of sod,
Is fascinating, though it can confound
To see that the familiar’s just facade.

And peering down, a part of me expects
To see a caucus race or beanstalk rise
Thus rendering reality convex,
A world beyond the banal it belies.

And all who seek it shall be crowned the queen
Who rules the rules inside of the unseen.

2 thoughts on “April 16: The Manhole

    • Thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoyed! My people are short “e” Webers, like in “red,” though when we speak with actual German people we become Vay-brrs.

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