Across a sheet of grassland

Sky touches marshes

A green blue white line

Tinged at night by red, a healing wound

To open you need closing in

Happiness means nothing until tragedy

Unsheltering sky

Emptiness in a crowded land

Breaks down the compromises

We make with ourselves to rub along

If you sit in, not on, a landscape

If you see only sky

Or sand

Or wind

Or water

Then the places you hide

Turn into themselves

Or else

You were ready for this feeling of belonging

It had become

All at once

The time of being together

And what you had longed for


Suddenly became possible

It was in your self

That the sky became open

In the landscapes of the heart

The framing of a view

The shaping of our lives

Views and lives transcend,


If we let them