Tromsø - a poem by Rose Drew

You are never so big, so small,

so part of it, and yet insignificant

when lights flow and flume

across a sky insane with stars.

Green streaks smear midnight,

roughhousing rivulets widen, narrow, separate, rejoin;

celestial streams in spate following solar storm.

Freezing feet forgotten, we lay on duvets of snow,

follow the rush of electrons.

Concerns wash away,

twigs tossed to a storm swollen beck:

our place is here.

Rose Drew, an immigrant from America, realizes love and only love can save the world: though she means love for each other, not love of money and things. Rose is an anthropologist, co-hosts open mic York Spoken Word and is editor and events manager for Stairwell Books. She is tall on the inside.