>body in flight

thickened hands wary to grab  more     

pleasures they cannot own

eyelids wrinkled after privation in the flat country

 no glimpse of those depths or shapes written about

by the gibbous moon,

  just a worn locomotive body In flight 

ears emptied on the pillow at night

machinery in the mouth, that

  for every orphaned abstraction 

one recumbent field waits

with the left-handed sun designing the sky,

  no hours no revelations 

only angled bones 

learned to rest.         

(photo credit to Collin Morrow)