upon us all

now
i look across this life
under the glowing memory
of days gone by

hanging like a setting horizon upon
an endless turning sea,
austere aquamarines

hanging
like
a kite string
	  slightly slipping ajar
                 from  fingers
                            uncurled

gone in the wind unto
an endless burning sky,
orange-crimson nylon dye

hanging


like smoke rings
always carried
in the breeze,
hanging like sacred smudge

auspicious tiny swirls
hang on the frayed ends of my clothes, little hooks

hanging
like

pictures of a special uncle

hanging
like

soft white coals of
incense

in the hollows (before me)

Not quite in the sky
In between cloud and Earth
I am eye to eye with
the horizon but a smither
and sliver, and slice
of blue;
somehow this ocean of space
above land is as clear
as peace.

To be below these clouds
so full, so white,
It is amazing the shadows they
cast on the Earth
are so flat and solid and heavy.