Thursday, April 19, 2012

National Poetry Month 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge, Poem #15

On the day I came home the sky split

It was not a Jesus on the cross split
  no glory strew thunderheads peeled back to
  reveal a blood red sun hung in the sky
  like the bloodshot eye of God.

For me, the sky quietly pulled away from itself
  the way the once wet pages of a book curl
  apart as they dry. The split seam rippled
  rainbowed absence overhead, breathed the quick
  deep breath of a toddler asleep.

I was too fragile to bear the horizon
  refracted, folded back against itself
  the cardinal limits of my life multiplied.

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