sky-set symbols

caught in between a valley of concrete one forgets where the borders are
where the pavement fades to earth

but in the web of streets and tires
rooftops and commercial lots
and coils of rusted train-tracks twisting like unbent paperclips across the messier side of the blue ridge mountains
a glow of pink evening light fixes it's subtle gaze through the clutter

and finds me

lingering like a hand that puts gentle pressure on muscles i've overused


and at night time when the pink has dissolved into thick, inky black
the moon still finds a way to haunt me with presence
like the brother you fear and love
paranoid in the stark light of something beautifully and terrifyingly observant


the sun trumps them all
but words can't describe what my eyes cannot look at
words can't paint the picture of pure light


in the crevices between the wild walls
to find these things
these heavenward symbols
sky and moon
and sun
i need only lift my eyes