When I Bring Clouds Over the Earth
by Josh Smyth
‘In the image of god are human beings?’
Over the sea, all over.
like one million
never forming an image
no matter how far you step back.
‘Can we spread a table in the wilderness?’
Not a ripple.
Aggregate has formed
a concrete solidity.
Fish turned to shingle.
‘At the blast of the trumpet will the city’s wall collapse?’
A violent prod
has left a tear.
‘When I bring clouds over the earth, the rainbow will appear in the clouds’
When we bring oil over the sea, rainbows appear in the waves
JOSH SMYTH is an international student from the UK majoring in English Literature. Josh also enjoys photography and music, and his favourite poet is Frank O'Hara.