MARBLES

30 March 2015

STEEL BLUE

Mid-March returned with
Grey pearl sky of elsewhere
Summer
Familiar the opaque murky essence
Parceled into rectangles
Each pane the same melancholy hue

A solitary hawk
Frequent companion
Of my cloistered awakenings
Circled the oak
Lenses mapping
The barren view

The raptor decides:
A glide, a swerve
A clutch mangles
There is no camouflage for game

Beneath my bedclothes
Chill
Till dreams kindle remembrance

I gazed off the starboard bow
Amid the steel blue of depth and height
My vision burning umber
Again
The memory of an impermeable clasp
Again
Unmeasured brightness, unmeasured sorrow

The chaste huntress and the luscious cunt
Slay them
As I am spinning, spinning 
Spinning stained umber

I fall off into the roundness of the earth