Absolutes

In the bluest eye,
a dot of brown.

In the whitest snow,
a gray morsel.

In the darkest night,
a light shining just to be seen.

In this second,
a small eternity.

Imagine, now,
purity.  Pretend it exists.  

Pretend flight
is endless, that what flies

never lands. Pretend
you never land.

Pretend earth under you
is invisible — no down to define

up. See how far
you get. In what direction

are you flying?  How far 
have you gone?  

In the clouds,
rain, lightning, hail;

in your wings, now,
an aching for rest.