Wednesday, January 3, 2018

SOUL

This is all you get:
for a minute,
a twilit sky—

emaciated light-
blue cerulean,
and obdurate scarlet fire—

occupying
the same place
at the same time;

a winged thing
hovering,
abstract—and dislocated.

This is all they really meant
by—
the anomaly:

a small air bubble
drifting,
swimming

up and
down in the hollow
plot of your body.