The sky
this morning was so
clear and clean and cold
that, gazing up, I could hardly
keep my balance walking.
Fixed on the vast band
of bare blue, and terrified
by unobstructed vacancy,
presently, a body stumbled,
unindividualed,
dumb for names
and numb to numbers-
through weather's
uncreated vision
of itself.
Eventually came shelter
in some euclidean shape or other,
and, feeling a little warmer,
I felt a svelter face reforming
and it felt a little smarter
when, melted, it remembered
a thought intensely new
it had when wedded to the blue-
that something so unanimous
is always a little disorienting.
