Jean Tate–One immutable note

Jean Tate—                             One immutable note

a.m. taxi to Jackson Airport 6/15

 

Crusted eyes awaken

 

a lemony swathe crosses infinity

 

(early hour for a soul’s instruction)

 

translucent yellow stretched atop dark contours

 

their mix of purple-charcoal bone

 

 

like beached whales humming,

 

abandoned oceans push inward

 

ridges move toward each other,

 

kiss along one simple line

 

 

Teewinot’s penciled edges

blush

 

roseate swathes on chiseled faces.

 

glancing backward, to where grasslands blur

 

eagle eyes sear ochre into stone