how the sky sees me


mine of myself
sky of myself
being for the first time seen

and that’s how now
comes, all the ways the words
are not, their rasping gone to the azure
that has already

once so intensified, I
begin to fade

to see softer, wider

half-gather how this scattering
turns around the gaze

seeing as I am seen
is to be
as I am seen

a single lumen orbiting
through the eyes of the horizon

a moment, beaming

I’m a mote seen

dancing, swirling
in the rays of gentle sight