Wednesday, February 20, 2013

No Apprehension

Today, the sky
was so much like itself
that it didn't really 
remind me of anything.

Starved words leapt
in apostolic succession,
wheeled through mock horizons,
and dissolved in irrevocable blue.

The pleasure 
of sun on skin
is no such thing 
when apprehended-

a quality to behold,
not to be held.