John Swain – Poem

The Entire Sky

Hawk of the entire sky
the night became
dead in the feathers
culled to speak,
a meeting beneath
this rose of smoke,
a surrender I wanted
to be here and able
to give everything,
opening
as the spirit goes past
like breeze in the curtain.
In a man’s silence,
distance and failure
overtake the effort
to confront the actual
falling from place,
blame and forgiveness
in one understanding.

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