Pinks clouds, mixed with blue air,
Sprawling across the dimming sky
My eyes flitting from cloud to cloud,
The sky seems to leap out,
Out of the slits of my eyes.
These eyes, they trace,
Every single ray
As far as they can see
And blocked by the horizon, are,
Contained at the precipice of eternity.
These shapes, these colors this expanse affords to me
Yet how much there is that will never be seen –
There one tree, two, ten and then many
Till they dissolve in plenitude,
And become a green smudge pasted on the horizon,
Like a smug smirk –
Of the nature of all things, obscure and fleeting.