Published on: 10/15/2015
The Altitude of Home

Having found a box within a sphere
I questioned the shape of things.
Having found tyranny in regret
I told the past that it was free
to move about the cabin.

      An airplane cast a shadow
upon my house today.
      Vagrant clouds loosed torrents
upon my house today.
            Its gutters sang of grace.

A memory grew clogged with leaves
      rejected by their mother.
A memory slept on sticky bark
      and counted chafing strips
            beyond remembrance.

Having found a cloud within a box
      an airplane sang of grace
            beyond the shape of things.

            Rejected by its gutters
      my house loosed torrents
of sticky bark and slept.

I told a memory that it was free
to move about the cabin.
The past grew clogged with leaves.