The Sheltering Sky
Well, I’m happy to see that you’ve all remained as skillful as ever. We’ve done streams, now let’s do what’s so often reflected in them: sky.
I want acrostic poems on the subject of the sky, like this:
No Other Place
Because there was no other place
to flee to—Anne Sexton, Flee On Your Donkey
Call a cab and hit the road
Leave this city’s leaden sky
Overhead, a heavy load;
Under it, we act the lie:
Damned to live and doomed to die.
Course is plotted, sunward bound
On the swallow’s trail we fix
Via train, we cover ground
Engaging with the usual mix:
Remittance men both young and old
Slipping south away from cold.
Lower now, the sun’s blush shows
On silver olive and the peach;
Nearer now to sand than snows’
Down the map, towards a beach
Over harsh hills burned and seer,
Nearing where the sky grows clear.