Poetry by Rebecca Nacy
harvest hues hugging
pointed rows of houses,
horizon decorated with
shimmering skyscrapers.
roasted reds and golden grasses
settled to support sparkling shorelines.
sky and sea
separated
by soft stratospheric spectacles.
scene only visible through satellite-sight
rows of grey ovals closed shut,
darkness stales the cabin still.
airborne sleepers snore,
as windows and wings watch.
Rebecca Nacy is a ginger born and raised in Mexico, replanted in Southern Florida. When not researching in a lab, you can find her covered in mud, measuring oysters. While her brain thinks in STEM, her heart loves the arts like singing, tap-dancing, and of course, writing.
