#TheDailyPoem “Threshold Clouds” by T. Zachary Cotler
on a dry gold hill,
you follow at thirty paces.
Sometimes I look back and you’re there,
I came back to northwest California,
dry grass wind gold ultra blue,
back to late childhóod, when I lóved yóu.
Shadows of spheroid clouds:
the hilltop dark
where the road curves out of sight.
There’s a nearly inaudible music,
sparse, for a single instrument,
composed posthumously; stopped,
I stare into the slow collision
of three clouds.
You stop, out of sight.
suddenly familiar, disunite.
How can I know these are not the clouds
we saw when there was such a thing
ten seconds/years ago, how can I know
if you’re behind me or ahead?
I turn downhill to monitor the clouds
over the coast and sea, not ponderous
intelligences haunted by interstices
of fey blue, not anthropomorphic,
“Threshold Clouds” from House with a Dark Sky Roof
T. Zachary Cotler
Paperback / Softback (30-Mar-11)
Demy Octavo 80pp