Sky Journal 01.13

so you said you no longer know how and imagine an alternative life your eggs in a wicker basket all of them the sun cold does the sun spill through the lattice would you think it was so simple to say the sun to say if you don’t know how to begin writing then to write the position of the sun the twin clouds hanging beneath do not say a sea of blue or say it and see if I care the school is in a sea of blue session the sea of blue is the snow become ice become the wait for the bus going on I am not the same person in the sea of blue session I am the person who says instead I love the sound of hands on keys I don’t say I love the sound of hands on keys because it’s like the sound of rain shattering the skylight and the red rooftile ceramic if the rain doesn’t hammer the skylight in did it rain at all will it be a hard rain when it’s underway what did I say I said this is how you begin you begin in a room shaded from the sun well-lit enough to know it’s lighting us the blue and yellow snow that these are the colors blue waste and dog piss these are the colors of empathy and pride what did I say I said if in doubt to write about the sun gleaming off the red brick what do you do with separate shades of red how do you distinguish them how do you explain that when we call something by its name it is not that it becomes its name it is also how the light hits it it is also if the air around you is stale it is also if the air around you is fresh and if the air is fresh I’m stepping into the ease of addressing you the you is a myth and therefore the you is a reinscription of my conception of the air it is easy to live in the habit of air are you reading between the lines that the sun today is ceramic that I will speak to you if I could of the sun chipping that I would reinstate the sun if I could to its position beside the red brick morning or I would perch still on the half-rotten fence my bum wet the fence encircling the half open field the herd of cows coming lately and lowing and my father taking us from where the air is fresh because it is frost and cold sun and christmas and I try to remember the position of the sun I try to remember the sun was special in winter and to think of their seasons of other winters other times in our time not as a threat but as light in the world unable yet to melt the waste and piss the sun was a sacred occasion I think if I told every one of my friends under the sun that this year it has rained all day all winter all spring they’d look to the sky and remember