ABSTRACT

This is how it’s done:
You lay down some color
a certain thickness
on the earth.
You trace it back
all the way
to the far edge of the horizon
with your eyes,
never stopping –
everything spilling out ahead of you
into what can only be
the perfect amount of light –
and wait here.
The way the wind will whisper over,
cloud-swirled and violet,
the shape of moon
or hint of blue
revealed inside its pebbled grayness –
you will have to let it shimmer in your mind a distance,
then quick-like, mark it permanent
before the sky erases.

-Poem by Sarah Rehfeldt