By Laura Eklund
In the sky the land is quarrelsome.
My feet are inside the earth
Like a fruit tree in spring.
The blue shadows are not my own.
The sky is a solo operation
Its spirit joining the night air.
I’ll be gone in a day.
You are the blue shadow of the sky,
The window I have raised
I have broken into.
The rain is blooming
And you have given it a landscape
of many secrets.
Laura Eklund lives and writes in Olive Hill, Ky, with the poet George Eklund and their children.