Delftware

We live in the clouds,
In the cotton winds
And winding lights
Of a Venetian blind,

Swirls of night
Bouncing off the splines,
The white of aspens
Drifting slowly down

Our frosted ridge,
Streams of krummholz
And muffled visions
Hiding all the faults,

The bigots, racists,
Dreams of town
Folded in the mists,
Ensnared, drowned

In haze and brume,
Before a fissure,
A light tear
In the vapor,

Breaks the storm
With a quick detour
Into the truer air
Of dawn’s nightmare.

December 1st, 2023
Tippet Alley