Iron Air
The crystal clear skies
bear down on me again –
tighter than a web of lies,
heavier than all my sin.
Heavy sky
I feel the water
pressing down like a lead sea
that flows ‘neath clear skies.
Summer air
I wear the sky:
like a sheer robe;
like a second skin.
I bear the sky:
like a breaking wave;
like a suit of armor.
A (wise) man of two faces 