guessing from inside on an outside kind of day
Posted: July 7th, 2011, 11:52 am
Your sight committed suicide by sun-light
in a moment before noon— your neck
thrown back and throat laid open, eyes upon
a point so broadly proud that any fleck
of detail disappeared in white and bright
and fury. And you loved its heat— I think—
the sweetness of its flame against the frightened
emptiness so otherwise replete
with blue— the kind of blue I’d thought was perfect—
burning eyes on dreams like Jacob dreamed,
intent to climb where only angels were
at home before you. That’s the way you seemed
to be when I was watching from the screen-porch-door
imagining the things you’d seen.
in a moment before noon— your neck
thrown back and throat laid open, eyes upon
a point so broadly proud that any fleck
of detail disappeared in white and bright
and fury. And you loved its heat— I think—
the sweetness of its flame against the frightened
emptiness so otherwise replete
with blue— the kind of blue I’d thought was perfect—
burning eyes on dreams like Jacob dreamed,
intent to climb where only angels were
at home before you. That’s the way you seemed
to be when I was watching from the screen-porch-door
imagining the things you’d seen.
