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
Glimpsed
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,
Triumph,
If we let them
Dadhood 