soft days.

Mar 09, 2008 - 00:13 AM PST

the irish call them soft days.
when sky meets ground and quivers.
baited. pregnant.
and the heavens loom large and out of proportion.
the clouds, a bit too low, hover.
the earth swells, like dough.
the space between charged, resonant.
as if music seeped between the cracks and
reeled about
transparent
and hanging.
notes crashing like cymbals in praise.