THE SKY CANAL
- Heather
Sager (U.S.A.)
I look
up at clouds in the sky’s canal,
one
cloud corner lit by setting sun,
and
the leafy tree crowns hang over
as
I walk straight up the middle
of
the street
Even
though the sky still has its light,
the
blue among drifting clouds,
the
houses are dark, quiet,
as
if a dark shadow
has
fallen over them
The
air bleeds chilly onto skin,
a
solo raindrop falls
from
a tree, and I walk lightly
upon
the earth,
so
light I am scared
I
crane my
neck
to clouds and in my heart
I
search. Someone I deeply love
is
no longer part of my life. This person-sized rupture
makes
my world frightening.
I drift
up the street, ready to detach
like
a fall leaf.
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