Weekly Poem: 'Crossings'

**By Ravi Shankar**
Between forest and field, a threshold
like stepping from a cathedral into the street--
the quality of air alters, an eclipse lifts,

boundlessness opens, earth itself retextured
into weeds where woods once were.
Even planes of motion shift from vertical

navigation to horizontal quiescence:
there's a standing invitation to lie back
as sky's unpredictable theater proceeds.

Suspended in this ephemeral moment
after leaving a forest, before entering
a field, the nature of reality is revealed.

[Ravi Shankar](http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/ravi-shankar) is founding editor of the online journal of the arts [Drunken Boat](http://www.drunkenboat.com/). He teaches at Central Connecticut State College where he is poet-in-residence and in the MFA program at City University of Hong Kong.