THE THIRD ROCK
from somewhere up
looks like an abstract work of art—
splashes of blue pacific waters
& blurred lands smeared by cirrus.
when one stays there for a while
even the grass blades threaten.
mountains spew volcanic ash
soil trembles and traps
wheels spin upside down
with bodies still buckled in.
somewhere in midday light
a girl is raped & stabbed
a saffron flower in her hair—
a woman fights for her breath
a ventilator tube in her mouth.
meanwhile little fingers
count dots on ladybugs
sweet mango juice smears the chins
swans’ long necks bend
with tenderness towards each other
& lovers fall asleep easily
a new life forming
under the wisps of clouds
THE GOD PARTICLE
a loud thud disrupts
my morning meditation
on the higgs boson—
those yellow & green waves
that smashed in blackness & keep
the universe on the verge
i gasp when on a sunlit window
i notice a shadow—
an imprint of tiny feathers
v-shaped wings rising
above a round belly & small head
twisted at an angle
what an impact it must have been
that hurled its lifeless body
yards away from the sky’s reflection!
bluebirds bring a message
of hope but this one
mistook glass for air
my home for heaven
Edytta Anna Wojnar, born and raised in Poland, now lives with her husband in northern New Jersey, where she teaches at William Paterson University. She is the author of chapbooks: Stories Her Hands Tell (2013) and Here and There (2014) both published by Finishing Line Press. Her work has been published in The American Journal of Poetry, CALYX, Lumina, Narrative Northeast, and the Paterson Literary Review, among others.
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