BLUE RIDGE
BLUE RIDGE
by Aaron Fagan
When I look
Into your eyes
It’s as though you
Are holding on
For dear life to
A tree’s roots,
Dangling above
A devastation
Of stones below.
But you are here
With me in bed.
And it’s me that’s
Drowning, not you.
For every problem
I’ve a solution that’s
Simple, neat, and
Completely wrong.
This is really good. The observer is seeing himself in what he is seeing in her, with a total undoing of his rational mindset at the end. The “Blue Ridge,” though scenic and serene, as in the photo, can be, close-up, “holding on for dear life” as described in the middle of the poem.