Sonnet #361

 Sonnet #361

Oct 13, 2022

I live in the sky, even when I'm hidden

When I'm down in a basement or burrow

or midden; my breathe is the sky, my narrows

still feel it, and when I hold breath in,

the sky descends into wet within me

i lift it back up from deep below

changeless and changing, my empty grows

in drifts and hefts and maws and leans

Pockets of sky, always come in sealed

building envelopes, autos, malls, and homes

The spirit is with us, the flesh is weak but heals

with spirit and sky and water and tombs

Foaming with flowers, and time, and pain

Reach for the sky, and live with leaves and wings