Kenneth Pobo

I want to fly, take my place 
among clouds.  It’s hard 
to soar when wounds 
keep me on the ground.  
Still, violets 

cover the ground, 
blue ones, white ones. 
A box turtle makes her way 
slowly across our garden bed 
with multi-colored cosmos 
and a snow-on-a-stem dahlia.  

Ground has often been kind 
to my body.  When I get tired, 
ground says, “Go ahead.  
Lay on me.”  Why resist?  

I see planes in the sky, 
feel a touch of jealousy, 
which fades.  I soar 
among petals.  

Kenneth Pobo has a new book out called At The Window, Silence (Fernwood Press, 2025).  Forthcoming is his chapbook called Raylene and Skip (Wolfson Press).