The Secret Life of Wires

They are part of the landscape,
no less than the stones and trees,
shadows against the sky,
angels in a way,
messengers from soul to soul,
purveyors of voice and images,
good and evil, profound and vain,
agnostic to their message,
hated when they block the pristine beauty
of the sunrise,
hated when they are downed by storms,
they stand silent,
buzzing with lives
we never see.

About This Poem

I live in a beautiful, rural place. Ane like many rural places, telephone poles and wires are part of the landscape. Some think they are a blight. But there is something about them that I find compelling, and they often find their way into my photographs. Don’t ask why. I haven’t figured it out yet. That’s why I write poetry.

The picture was taken just outside my house, at the quarry there.

Tom