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One Poem with Audio by Karen Schubert

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Sky for Ceiling

after James Turrell


See the walls change
from white to thick yellow,
the colors naming themselves over 
the slow and turning day.
In gathering places, go 
and greet the light
from which you came.

Turn out streetlights—
we should not be so afraid
of each other that we wash
the sky of its milky way, 
of its stories that created us.
Listen to the Hopi—
your life follows 
the arcing sun from birth
to darkness.

Let go of the horizon.
Where you came from,
the aperture of your eye
is grounded by buildings.

Cross the Painted Desert, rise up 
into the crater, one of the sites 
of your conception. See yourself.
Open your arms. 
Bring down the sky.


Karen Schubert lives with her daughter in Youngstown, Ohio, a former steeltown full of artists and healing land. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Fifth Wednesday, Zoland Poetry, Redations, Reconfigurations, and 42opus. She is this year’s poetry editor for Whiskey Island Magazine.

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