sky

Fulfillment or contentedness settles
I watch the blue sky, framed
by a perfectly crooked window
Nothing else is needed,
and thoughts follow naturally
instead of forcing one another

through the gently-shifting air
this constant blue is…
…i could almost say
the sky were wrinkled, faintly like
the almost-imperceptible lines
on her palms

the gentle coolness
summer twilight
sky and faraway streetsounds

a restful wakeness
existing in a calm way
coolness and a warm hand
on my waist

In this light oneness,
I can picture
the immensity of skysea
without fear

feel my mind expand to fill the sky

i am the sky

January ’07

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