Ellipsis – Philip Dunkerley

Ellipsis
(in Brazil)


Who, when thoughtful, doesn’t look up at the sky?
Just now it’s blue with fresh white cumuli;
    later it may rain.
I see a black dot going round in a thermal, way up high,
is it paper, or a plastic bag, or just a mote in my eye?
    I look again.
Oh, it’s a vulture searching for food, doing its thing,
— and there are two more!
I look higher and see several others, three, no four!
    I wonder what’s going on.
The muse nudges me with a poem, so I write,
and, feeling thoughtful, I look up at the blue and the white,
    but the dots are gone… 


Philip Dunkerley