Cerulean:
I swallow sky / blue vault strewn with bird /
so far the horizon / thin calligraphy of mountains /
between here and there / I am song / or soaring /
a boundless surge of script / these crane bodies
flying / his voice’s tenor / rustling flight / I am
riding the poem’s thermals / a snow field melts /
intimate mist holds close / blooming orchid’s
fragile grace
—Karla Van Vliet
From Bone Scribed: poems || asemics, Shanti Arts Publishing, Copyright © 2024. Used by permission of the poet. Photo by Susan Wilkinson, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.