Parading

its lone syllable like a sentence poised

when clouds won’t lift

We see what we have been trained to look for. Look! Twilight falls like pale blue chalk.

Oh I said I

Some weathers are harsher than we can bear

today is full of things, / so many,

no time elapses; each tone is endless.

Others can’t tell what you say

Open / my soul to the vast

and when their hands met