Leaving

It hurt my eyes
to look at the morning
drawing bubblegum sheep
'neath clouds clotted pink.
And more beyond, but in truth
fading out into nothing
as lines arrive, outlines,
the day pouring in.

I am going. I am gone.
Lost on a jet plane
in that same soupy sky
that has cleared into peach.
A bee humming, an engine
past your ear for an hour
colliding with daybreak
just out of arm's reach.
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s