Poetry Porch: Poetry


By Nels Hanson

After the jolt like a rope
going taut and the chute
opens and rushing ground

falls away you have time
to think as between your
boots you see a tiny river

and green dimpled hills,
corn an army at attention.
See a white house where

people live, a yellow bus
coming home from school.
Look at the red barn, dark

woods where deer wait,
beyond my toe the little
town. Where do I belong?

A few seconds big as God
now you’re a fallen angel
between heaven and earth.

Copyright © 2021 by Nels Hanson.