night latch
I blinked twice beneath the sun
To catch the image of morning
In between my eyelashes
And after a moment’s glance toward the east,
I cast my sights on upon the great blue,
Blinking more to find the line where
The clouds meet the highlands—
Where distant valleys reach into my vision,
Obstructed only by birds and butterflies
My eyes search the horizon as if it had wings,
Effortlessly soaring the midair borders
To the edge of heaven
dusky juniper