CLOUDLESS
a cloudless sky
stopped my scarlet red
Citroen
to open the farm gate
cannot pretend to
understand the physics of
colour or
indeed, the physics
of sky
you lost me as soon
as you spoke of wave-lengths
and light diffusion
but here we are (or at least, here
I am, your presence with me
somewhere
between metaphor and
simple rhetorical gesture)
here we are
as if shielded from
the Universe (which is
the case exactly) virtue of
us being
(no clouds
to distract me) right
at the epicentre of
a surrounding sphere, looking
out from
inside the skin, the translucent
skin
of a beautiful blue ball
expanded to a size, a height,
that just works for us perfectly
reminding me
as this time of ultra
advanced return
of feudalism
of the music
of the spheres
with all that economy
with all that cosmology
nothing in a million years here close to
that darkest conclusion
that things beyond this
blue bubble
moving away from us so fast
they are
beyond
all
Doppler red-
shift
beyond very
speed of light
and
so
back down
to Earth as always
for
sheer preservation
of sanity, not
let all this here
overwhelm me
wanting
those clouds back
wanting not to imagine myself
inside the skin
of anything
wanting
to just go
where it is all heading
commit
to that glow
light speed beyond
but (blessing of
relatvity) with it
one
feels
just
floating
moving in one’s mind
from
incarnation to
incarnation
no desire
to be laboured by
understand
the physics at all
poems 2 die for 