plain sky

i wish i was ordinary,
like a coal miner's daughter
and black with ash and
work.

i can love, and row and
slop the pigs;
i don't see light but
through his eyes.

forever the sky pulls,
weaves and I make
clothes for you.

i tried to ferret away,
at nerves,
at regrets,
at love;
i know it goes on,
it remembers but
without awareness.

dawn again.