by David Hernandez
looking up into my vastness.
to find on my vacant face,
of telephone wires?
bright blue now because of physics:
my light from the sun
You know my variations—
How often I find you
and distressed, head thrown
not the darker version of myself
To you I am merely background.
Remember I am most vibrant
Do something with your brokenness.
Yes, I see you down there
What are you hoping
there within the margins
You should know I am only
molecules break and scatter
more than any other color.
azure at noon, navy by midnight.
then on your patio, pajamaed
back so your eyes can pick apart
but the carousel of stars.
You barely hear my voice.
when air breaks my light.
~ Writers Almanac. "Sincerely, the Sky" from Dear Sincerely by David Hernandez, © 2016. Aired by permission of University of Pittsburgh Press. (buy now)
Chania, Crete 2014 |
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What do you interpret the tone in "Sincerely, The Sky" ?
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