The Most Intimate
by Robert Okaji

How that blue turns gray over green
at a slight tilt of the chin,
and even upside down
anchors the tree.

Some constellations escape language,
stars looming without nouns and adverbs,
the utterances of the planets
caught in the gravity
of their own situations.

Laugh, but the trashcan is full. The lawn is brown.

There are no gods.

Unadorned statements abound.

Even this sky may shift again,
the most intimate twist
turned full.



About the Poet:  Robert Okaji lives in Texas and occasionally works on a ranch. He holds a BA in history, and once won a goat-catching contest. The author of five chapbooks, his work has appeared or is forthcoming in North Dakota Quarterly, Panoply, The Lake, Literati Magazine, Slippery Elm, and elsewhere.