Library of Skies

I hold within me a library
of skies, of coasts,
of brambles on slopes
and the many different ways
evening light falls
on many different shapes
of foliage and rocks and moss
along many different paths
through many different forests
and along many different harbours
between many different hills
where time passes differently

I map trails across pages
crossing them off
with the beaks of crows
and marking the passages
by trapping days in amber.