Diminuendo
There is another sky
and then another, in smooth
segue. The windows are flush
with its thick fortissimo
or spacious blue,
with its one sun,
open as a whole note.
And all its moods just
suit me: the self-effacing
fall sky, gray and receptive
as tape to my voice or luminous
in spring, with that glow
all gems borrow strictly from it.
Last night I heard a woman ask
a chance acquaintance, "Would you
hold me?" and thought
That's a question I'd trust
only to a lover
like the sky: too composed
for a quick or sour
motion. Its steady
glissando of light
never leaves anyone for long.
Maybe that's why
I like to be under summer's
wide sun and I like this waiting
for another sky:
a white sky that colors the world
its shade through snow's dim-
inuendo. A sky
that falls, touching me, at last
as if it too were being
diminished, when the blank below
matches the blank above
and the whole horizon goes.
--Alice Fulton
fr. *Dance Script with Electric Ballerina*
[Urbana and Chicago: Univ. of Illinois Press, 1996]
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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