Scene From Below

 
Through the hatch a
Shifting screen of sky
Makes impossible moves.
Shrouded, an illusion,
Seen from this angle, a
Natural top
Natural bottom
Our invention
One holy marriage
After another.
We take top and bottom
Twist
Are crushed in
Knotted reality, but
Beyond the hatch
Hopeful clouds draw
My attention; I am caught up
At their pace
In their time
Slowly
I unwind.