"Journey", by Eleonore Schonmaier.

A comment on my earlier blog about the poetry of Eleonore says, "And the poem "Journey" begins with a basket metaphor which is a lovely interconnection with your beautiful blog."

I sample Eleonore's "Wavelengths of your song" on a daily basis since I find I have to sit and think about the one or two poems I read at one sitting. At the time of the comment above, I had not sampled, "Journey." Here it is:

JOURNEY

Midnight is a wicker basket
dropped over the earth, each house blazing

its nightlights through the loose reeds.
An air traveller, serene:

the cup in her hand evokes neither grit
nor salt nor stardust. She imagines

a glide path into a sudden
comforting darkness: wilderness like a tea

leaf floating.
The stars drip dust, echo-locate

the lovers on Muise Island below: 
vertigo moves into their dreams.

At sundown they tasted earlobes and sand.
Only a red blanket separates them from the earth.

Asleep they absorb the saw-whet owls' whistles
and the faint unmapping of the jet's journey

Wavelengths of your song, by Eleonore Schonmaier.

Today I received my copy of Eleonore Schonmaier's book of poetry called "Wavelengths of Your Song. Her poetry is haunting, sparse and beautiful.

MARY
  
She's no longer allowed
to smile. She's asked to remove

glasses. Blinded
she blinks while a stranger

takes her identity
photograph. At the airport

she's asked to remove
her shoes. She hands over

her numbered
passport and its concealed

chip. She's still allowed to cover
her hair.

She's still allowed her clothing.
At this moment, she's still

allowed to cross
borders.

WEIGHTLESS

At the water's edge
is an empty canoe
open to the pouring

in of starlight;
it's inconceivable to bail
the light out

once it has been
(however briefly)
carried -

Wavelengths of Your Song is published byMcGill-Queen's University Press, Montreal and Kingston - London - Ithica, 2013.

(Eleonore is a graduate of Red Lake District High School.)