I sat down once,
Got up two thousand times
Sent little parts of me
like peelings into perfect skies.
I want to turn this sorry heart
Into thumb tacks. Push pins with which I’ll affix
Each sky in a book: vast, picturesque
And bring it to you, an emotional chart.
And we’ll review it with failing eyes
With ancient fingers and mouths in Oh’s
This catalogue of a lifetime’s art
Remembering again what each perfect sky knows.