Cheryl A Van Beek’s poem Nests and Shells appeared here in September 2013.
Void
By Cheryl A Van Beek
Far above my laptop hawks glide
tilting in circular slow motion
painting rims of cloud cluster
following some primal notion.
Like earthworms in a garden,
we surface through layers of history
then forget to return to till.
We skim topsoil
its depth a mystery.
The once healing sun
now sears our collagen bonds,
since we pierced its skin
with chemical wands.
Corn fed cars
drive to wi-fi bars.