For Sky

I'm in the pond, floating on my back.
I sense the weight of the heat on my face,
your weight in your mother's arms.
I wonder if water ever looks for itself in the sky. 

I'm wet with pond and sweat, staring through
the moon, searching for something hotter and bluer.

I'm holding you. I can sense the weight of the heat 
on my face. You take me in with a mouthful of air 
like you know I've had winterlust all summer until now.

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'I wonder if water ever looks for itself in the sky.'

I liked the reversal here, i like the idea of rain carrying the clouds to us, and water is very natural in the sky. i do hope you take the time to send your work to small publishers as i think you could get a book published, your poetry is exceptionally good and i am quite often blown away by what you write. fantastic.

[Clockwork]

I like your adaptation of wanderlust to winterlust in that last line of the poem. I've talked two a lot of people who have had that feeling, especially after the last few days. My favorite part of this poem is the line that Karen pointed out. That is such a profound thought coupled with a very nice image. I feel like you have inventive lines like that in pretty much all of your poems. They are fresh and new, and I really admire what you create.

[Karen]

"I wonder if water ever looks for itself in the sky." Beautiful line in a beautiful poem!