Powerlines cross back and forth over my head
and change with every step,
creating billions of angles
and three-sided frames that capture small pictures.

The blue expanse of sky
shrinks down in size and fits
inside each triangle.

If I laugh today
when everybody should be serious
or burst into tears
at an inter-office witticism,
please know that the powerlines
knocked my worldview askew.

Jesse Benjamin
JESSE BENJAMIN lives in Raleigh, North Carolina and works as a sign maker. He is 27 years old and enjoys Tae Kwon Do. His favorite poets vary with the day, but he is currently on a Wallace Stevens kick. This is his first poetry publication.

The Adirondack Review