Horizon by Gregory Corso

A horizon that breaks all chaos is now a child in me, spooning the clouds, giggling against morn, a clumsy lover lifting the veil of silence.

They think I’m from sorrow, but I tell them it’s only a donkey swimming through gleam, a black rabbit looking for wishes. From above, each drop of dew glimmers like clarity, a secret tapestry of stories nestling past the mysteries.

I think of the sea, a rolling laugh, a heart flinging itself and dancing with the stars, smiling, peeking

• I’m free with it!

• Gregory Corso