The white sky

The white sky
opens my ears
With silence,
Fills each limb
To the bone.

Like a vast canvas,

It stretches before the eye,
Spotless and still,

Vibrant and tremulous.

When see myself
In its face,

lts silver glint

Mirror to the soul,

I grow helpless as a sea
That lays prostrate
Against the void,

Facing it wave to wave,
Shore to shore.

Limbless, rudderless,

I float in the overbearing white
Like a cloud,

Listening to the echoes
Of its emptiness.