Like love, by Merrijane Rice
by Jonathon | 2.05.13
Like love,
you can only write so many poems
about the sky—
whether saturated with slate-blue clouds,
heavy as huddled bison herds
in leisurely migration
over valley grazing grounds,
or dry and flat
as bone china crisply glazed,
as lead crystal glinting
so it seems to ping
when first light hits—
but every time I look up,
heaven grabs hold and lifts,
pumps my heart as full
as a helium ballon, and I think:
This should be a poem.
Just like when you walk by
raining unexpected kisses
across my upturned face.
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Although she was born in California, Merrijane is a Utah girl at heart. She loves the red southern deserts, green northern meadows, blue mountains, and even the inversion-gray valleys. She and her husband Jason currently live in Kaysville, where they are attempting to raise four responsible, productive boys without killing any of them in the process. So far, they have met with reasonable success. For more works by Merrijane, see her weekly blog here.
Photo via Wikimedia Commons: Jessie Eastland, 2010.
February 6th, 2013 at 10:44 am
Yeah.
February 6th, 2013 at 12:09 pm
Nice.
I’ve seen the sky ping with first light and last light, though I hadn’t thought of it that way. Now I will.