Enough Sky

by Kevin Patrick McCarthy

Sawhill Twilight
Sawhill Twilight © Steve O’Bryan www.wildbasinphotography.com

 

Not getting enough sky now that
it’s pindrop dusk and Venus
flirts with a slabby moon

Spalls of silver flush livid –
I cannot flank desire
and all this reaching

for what must be, this needing
to cultivate the verge,
always it must be

as lewd as breathing, must be
looking for this and finding that
shadow, you must be

not getting enough light for
jade pockets of faith,
volunteers for tenderness

closeted to compensate
the urge; so still I
saw you kneeling

for poppies that burst
though the sidewalk, urging
tangerine starward,

pausing as we do in
vesper half-light, waiting
for more, knowing

only else, abiding shyly to
be known and not heard, still
ever and not ever

brawling as we do
in trajectory, arcing
for the cobalt edge

Not getting enough mauve, you
there by the view, seeking
gauze to pull away, find

only me watching, warmly
embracing else, when
it is enough sky

just then, enough answering
glances in deep focus
for mortal weather