a sky of a peerless and nameless kin of blue so clear
that airplane exhaust lines stood out,
white crayon persistence of unsteady mortal hands
impersonating absent stratus clouds with impunity,
enclosing the blemishing broken pill of a daylight moon
clinging, innocuously unaware of its impending reign
staring ferociously and blindingly down at itself
reflected in the botchy rippling impressionism below,
the surface charged with the frenzied feeding of aquatic avifauna
a moving depiction of an inspired landscape
Discomfort is the unwanted protection of uncompromisingly pro-raincloud clothing
oblivious to the dictates of thermodynamics
Misery is the statuesque pectoral boast of a sunning water bird
and no camera to immortalize the witnessing
Loneliness is such a day as this was
and no one to tell of its perfection.
Feb 4th 2009
