A Downward LookPosted: December 27, 2013
Seen from above, the sky
Is deep. Clouds float down there,
Foam on a long luxurious bath.
Their shadows over limbs submerged in “air”,
Over protuberances, faults,
A delta thicket, glide. On high, the love
That drew the bath and scattered it with salts
Still radiates new projects old as day,
And hardly registers the tug
When, far beneath, a wrinkled, baby hand
Happens upon the plug.