Athirst

Athirst

I said to the day: you know

my secrets, you’ve seen the abyss

where I make turquoise

out of my daydreams,

you’re acquainted with my laughter

and the pain in my legs.

I know none of your secrets,

said the day.  I hide in the clouds

whenever you weep and visit night

when your desolate ghost needs to rest.

poor scared shadow,

anxious to sleep on the summit

of a drunk tree in bloom.