Only This Blue

- aperture of yellow -

(come close)

the cloudless solitude of knowing

when knowing has not been
evidenced

how a single word can stalk you
for seven years, hurl itself

- out of the blue -

from bookshelves, newsstands

with the certain grace of a planet

an oval stone
revolves end over end
toward your forehead

slow-motion
you observe
its approach
hands shuttering face

as it cracks the windshield

to not be afraid when there was
every reason to fear

understanding tethered to
not wanting to know