Singult

Living above the trees is like
Living above death;
I can see but I cannot touch.
But maybe there is no sight in death;
Maybe the salvo of spectrums will be sloughed away
And there will be perfect light—
Like walking past the quad before
The last class of the day
And becoming fully aware
For one unsyncopated beat
Of the color the air takes
Between the trees
And above the dormant grass.

Yesterday I saw a spider mid-air.
I was seized by fear that it would fall—
And breathed again when it found the brick.

I would have killed it had it come inside.




singult
n.
a sigh or sobbing; a hiccough.