by Michael Kwett

trailing above and bending
along chair legs and cattle tags
fences and metal and cities
cradleworks of buildings and streets
along distances and distances

farther, through smog
into eyes and days

at night we see ancient starlight
and a newer moon

through invisible layers
across angles and shadows, morning

not ending

Michael Kwett is a Berkeley, California native attending his first year at University of California, Santa Cruz. He started writing fiction and poetry at 16, and enjoys long books, midnight conversations, biking very fast, and Indian buffet.

Editor’s Note: Michael Kwett is the brother of Allyson Kewtt, last week’s featured poet. I am thrilled to feature a brother/sister poetry pair for the first time ever on As It Ought To Be, and am in awe that two such talented writers come from the same nuclear family. In today’s poem Michael Kwett masters the art of minimalist imagery, taking us on a journey of the visual and physical aspects of light, leaving us where light leaves us: not ending.

Want to read more by and about Michael Kwett?
The Owls are Not What They Seem

About Sivan Butler-Rotholz

Sivan is the Managing Editor of the Saturday Poetry Series on As It Ought To Be and holds an MFA from Brooklyn College. She is a professor, writer, editor, comic artist, and attorney emerita. She is also the founder of Reviving Herstory. Sivan welcomes feedback, poetry submissions, and solicitations of her writing via email at sivan.sf [at] gmail [dot] com.
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