Intimidation
A brilliant sky, flawless
satin sapphire without a smudge
of cloud or wisp of geese streaming,
Devoid of leaf confetti’s earnest orbits
fluttering toward heaven, too soon
touching ground. Where is
the ordinary cloud cover, dappled
skyscape staging a shapeshift?
I used to find it as a girl,
head back reading convergence
and split, studying how wind
jumbles fleck to mosaic, imagining
I, too, rolled and morphed. Dragon.
Eagle. Fisherman. How the shape
of my body, stretch of skin fluxed,
innate response to daily currents,
even before muscle or heart could
register. My child-self learned
to channel this fluid makeup
like clouds, collecting emptiness,
pouring out fullness. Moving
moment by moment. I cannot
detect change in an unadorned sky.
Endless perfection is daunting.
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Kathy Pon earned a doctorate in education, but in retirement turned to her life-long passion for writing poetry. Her husband is a third-generation farmer, and they live in the middle of an almond orchard. Her poems have been/will be featured in The Write Launch, Eunoia Review, Penumbra, Passengers Journal, and Canary.
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