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Sending Love


                  for my daughter
 
 
When you were a girl 
and you’d leave for camp,
I would talk to you 
through the sky,
whispering through
blue and star-dappled 
dark. The message
was always the same: 
I love you. I hope you 
are happy. I want to gather
you a jar full of sky
so wherever you are
you can put your ear
to it and hear those simple
words translated into starlight
and sunset, cumulous
and cirrus. Sometimes 
it’s easier to trust what 
we can hold in our hands. 
But if you ever spilled
the contents of the jar, 
the love would be no less
present. In fact, you could
hold the empty glass 
to your chest and feel
how love is as uncontainable 
as wind, as insistent as thunder,
as everywhere as air. 
 

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There Is A Road Inside Me



I remember the day I stopped
believing that. Then everything
was sky.

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One Practice

said the fallen woman
to the indifferent sky
I am still learning to fly

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One Expanding Awe


                  for Vivian
 
 
when she can’t stop
falling in love with the blush of sky
I can’t stop falling in love with her

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One Immensity


shrugging out of certainty
like a dress shirt too snug—
the sky fits just right

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                  for Holiday, in the James Turrell Skyspace at Cheekwood Gardens
 
 
Each moment of the day
a song is looking for its singer—
song before the eyelids rise,
song of hunger, song of dream,
song of waiting for the phone to ring,
song of groping in the dark,
song of walking through the garden,
song of trying on silver hats,
song of seeing the city’s edge.
And still so often we miss the song,
but today when Holiday
opened her mouth and began
to sing of cumulonimbus,
her clear tune spiraled through the small
white room with such astonishing
rightness I brimmed with gold
and cloud and kin,
her bright-winged notes soaring
in my body like a murmuration,
and I opened like dawn, like sky,
as if when one person dares
to be found by the song of the moment
and sing it true, they teach
the rest of us how to do it, too,
how to sing, sing wild, sing
ourselves alive, as if
it’s what we’re here to do.

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One Big Perspective

a day so blue
even my greatest fears
are dissolved into sky

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Everywhere I turn,
the measureless sky,
wild open sky,
deep bluing,
unencumbered sky,
and how is it
it enters me
and fills my lungs
with vastness,
steeps my mind
in spaciousness,
slips immensity
into my cells,
and I, who
have been stone,
who thought I knew
something of
what a life is,
I feel myself dissolve
into blue
as if it’s the only
thing I could do.
When I leave,
the blue comes
with me.

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One Inspiration




white clouds blown by wind
losing shape to become one with blue—
what a soul can do

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One Attempt



 
 
like trying to contain the sky
in the word blue—
saying I miss you

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