As You Can Tell
As you can tell
I love the sky
A bird flies in
A bird flies out
a red-bellied hawk
crosses into space I eventually
can’t see or follow—
that’s the point
becoming a dot in the blue-open
until the dot is the whole sky
brushing itself orange and red
brushing itself streaked white clouds
spread like a body reclining
limbs resting as a head tilts up
Can you count all the stars? it says
Even the one that made us?
End it with a heart
End it with it opening
End it with it closing
red feathered
It flew in
It flew out
The sky seemed like apparatus
but it was all of it