Straw Sky

Straw Sky

Straw sky

Westerly

Moonless, Sunless, Starless

Leaveless trees pointing gnarly fingers

to the heavens

deepening into darkness

 

Frayed and tattered dreams

Lucid praying

A feeling beyond touch

Beyond fear or sadness

A feeling unlike hope

Without reason

Formless

Yet delineated

Like constellations.

 

I make motions with my hands,

Move my skin into contact

With ineffable realms,

Move with the oozing miasma

Creating signs in faint luminescence.

Bit by bit they encompass

the night's horizon.

 

But there is more.

It comes to me in dribs and drabs,

Droning, encircling, swooping in and out.

I organize a study chamber

Pull out maps and rulers,

Set my quill to taking notes.

Images engaged in excited conversation

Pull me in to their heady company.

 

I can feel the sky breaking around me,

Bits of colored prisms falling.

Make a wish.