I swear, the summer never looked so vast
the clouds never looked so far and full
though lonely
and the sky never looked
so purely, tearfully blue.

I think I’ve
fallen a little bit in love
with that sky, with the sun,
with the song
of the fire in my belly
and the sea in my eyes
and the hole my chest.

I cry, and love
because my youthful muscles
are running on empty.
It makes me free-
like I’m at the bottom of a pool
looking up from the deep
at the rippling blue dome,
hollow arms stretched out to
take it
with my curled fingers.

I reach out and
plunge into the heavens
the summer heat devours
my palms and
I can own it and
shatter the air like glass
in my big sky summer.