Foregrounded

We hang our sky nearer
home than afar, keep it wrapped
in blue to weigh each day.

It is heavy with symbolism;
heavy with a weight that does not
register, like a cloud.

Each day we weigh.
Blue as the heaviness of a Chevrolet
or a shade of kitchenette or

her eyes when younger. Then
baby blue or this gauche hue. Imagine
the length of rope from above.