when stars dim, it takes a moment
to realize clouds pass between us
raising shaded hills of
reflected light-in-the-sky
to turn us upside down:
they are now dark blue fields
and we the sidereal light.
it reminds me of
laying upside-down
over a cliff:
trees become a flat-
patterned bowl
over azure terrain
of bewildering detail;
and on getting up
one walks the ceiling,
perspective skewed
relevance inverted
a staggered sky-god
paying homage
to the purposeless blue