This sky you can walk right into.
the kind of sky you can wade in
submerge yourself in, an ocean
The fish here are adorned with black feathers
they spin around you, laughing
in a language of their own
as you flounder ineptly in their element
this is a good place to disappear
Here you are nobody, nothing.
Some look your way, but
only the peculiar fish can see you
aren’t supposed to be here
the feathered ones have believed in stranger things
March 29, 2008