After the Grand Canyon

18 October 2014

It’s an accident
of composition: sun, sky, bird.
White orb on storm grey
punctuated by a raven –
but which composes which,
and which is accidental?
Is it the sun
a hole
sucking in a bird,
or Icarus about
to singe the sun?
Against the grey
both soft and sinister,
anything is possible.
Look: barely a thumbspan
between
sun and bird
before the answer is given.
Enough to fit
the fingerprint of god.

Merlinda Bobis