sky

sky

I must have a place.

Somewhere!

For here, I have lost the sky.

Doors shut.

Windows closed.

I am not looking for light.

The indomitable, unstoppable

Light

Effortlessly pierces through the holes,

Like water

I stop my breath.

Yet through other holes life enters.

In these little streaks of leftovers,

Water that I cannot see, but hear

Moon is dead, Sun dying

Air floating,

Light is not enough to form my shadow.

I had a table where I read and wrote,

It has gone into the woods.

I am in a room, with no ceiling

Without a floor, with colourless air

That I figure as my sky.

13 October 2014