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John William Wilkinson
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BOULDERS
Boulders every
which way as
if the innards of
a broken kaleidoscope
chucked aside by
a bored god
at the water’s edge:
some of them
precariously balanced
liable to topple
at any moment...
and I pass by
(ridiculously small)
one or a thousand million
instances before
they fall.
John William Wilkinson
Published in "La Costa Poética", by Point Editions
© by the author
Used by permission of the author
Note on the author: born in Sidney, Australia, lives in Barcelona as
critic, journalist
