Forgive me, whoever you are.
radiant clouds inhabited yesterday’s sky
I walked among them as an actor would

when I stepped back I saw
what we aren’t given to see

it can, on a quiet day, 

almost make you laugh

this is indeed a large wet stone
in an empty space, adrift, alone

cloaked in an envelope of gathered air

that acts as both prison and shield
a filmic matte painting overhung
only chemicals and steam

forgive me, whoever you are

but we're uncomplicated chaff

lifted from a shallow windowsill

tossed in a beige flume over a fallow field
night “falls” across the dinner hour
and the entrapping firmament
has the aspect of a troubled dream