How yellow the sky how little the understanding

Intangible the things we know for sure

Dusty silica clouds over Europe the very same day

We brought our baby home          His second          Too yellow

For comfort          Too sleepy          Just sleepy enough

For us to sleep ourselves          That was last night

Today the clouds shift          Outside shifts          Rain and shadows

A mezzotint glow          Then no glow          Heart or soul

Exactly seven pounds of civilization

Hematochrome and skin and bilirubin

Yawns          blinks and can’t make up          his made-up mind

The atmosphere can’t keep its own eyes open

We can’t keep our own eyes closed