Happy National Poetry Month, we have finally reach my last poem for the month! This is an odd little poem I wrote around ten years ago and re-wrote several years later. I definitely did not save the best for last. I have never considered myself to be much of a poet, but it is an art form that I enjoy, and that brings me great comfort in times of sorrow.
why the sky is blue:
a layer of vapors stretch
over us like skin
—we curve— it pulls taut—
sagging on the mountain tops,
leaning weight in white bags.
scattered light refracts a change,
like the cheap peeling paint
in your room where we lie together,
an old favorite flaking off
the wall
and
to
the
ground.
So Nice,
Thanks for sharing!!