Earthlings we are, so clouds we keep making
\nlast in the sky as long as the light,
\nthoughts tracing the same thoughts at flight
\nin the afterglow of an undertaking.<\/p>\n
Say some man leaves his wife. Say she leaves.
\nSaid man sees the sun set through winter smaze,
\nthough no orb sinks into distant waves,
\nit is the spin of the earth he perceives.<\/p>\n
Despite quakes and slopes plants grow straight
\nup on this planet. We walk about, change spheres,
\ngravity keeping up and down athwart<\/p>\n
and mooring the sun as the solstice nears.
\nAren’t there decent grounds to celebrate
\nwhen bodies slip their bonds and fly apart?<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
The seminal event for this sonnet, the psychological instant which engendered it, took place in Berkeley in 1982. It belongs to a series of #divorce poems, attempts to transform an incontrovertibly leaden personal experience into even scrapings of compensatory poetic gold.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Earthlings we are, so clouds we keep making last in the sky as long as the light, thoughts tracing the same thoughts at flight in the afterglow of an undertaking. Say some man leaves his wife. Say she leaves. Said man sees the sun set through winter smaze, though no orb sinks into distant waves, … <\/p>\n