The clouds do not bother us
when we look for heaven. Always
we find a faint, veiled outline
like the ship on the horizon,
a dark memory
on the edge. The sea moves in waves,
garbling the language.
We’ve been a great distance
and the darkness has rolled back
enough to be honest.
Russell Evatt, opening lines to “[The clouds do not bother us],” burntdistrict (vol. 2, no. 1, Winter 2013)