by Louise Mathias

by Louise Mathias
     All night I flew the dark recess of God's mind.
     It was arranged like Iowa fields——
     not a damn thing missing.
     You ask how I survived.
     I lived on a message， broad light
     at the end of the world.
     Words， they have so much in common with departure，
     the clouds elliptical & nervous.
     Why translate？ It's just a revolving door.
     "Chill wind" has seven
     components. One is loss.