Skywatcher

I am a skywatcher.
I lay in wait...
Stepping out from
the night to find
a blanket of lights
outwitting my nightmares

breathing in the
scent of
tiny
gatherings of crabgrass
dancing in the
weeping of the night

I am a skywatcher
just catching the dawn
pink and bursting
gliding forth
delaying my fears

pausing for
the hopes of
one
barn swallow lifted
singing in the
vapor of the dawn

Brilliant gold lifting
along the horizon
I lose the day to
sagging limbs tied
monontonous practice
covered
closed
kept
under and in
whirring and ticking
down and hunched
false brilliance squared
capturing
pieces
holding off
waiting to
be
free to
stretch
each
bony
chunk
of spine
rise
walk
escape

I am a skywatcher
through the glass
fiery splinters
catch me
hold me
breaking free
freshness washes in
face lifted
bottled self
beyond casings
flies up
out
into
cool orange streaks
rising over
tall pines
finding
celestial relief