Cathexis Northwest Press
The Sighting
By: Megan Walter
There’s an opening in the sky, i’ve seen it
At first it’s blue—the
distant type that belongs in horizons and at the edges of fields
And then farther in, a different shade: true cobalt
Rich and viscous, a dark blue on a darkling plane;
And after the blue and blue cobalt
there’s another layer, and then another and another
and then you realize that the blues are more infinite
than you knew, that there’s glaciers in the sky—
The earth has her queendom: steeples of spires
Made from cloud canyons, and everything
is as cavernous as the inside of a church might be,
if people worshipped in the sky. And
Then you think you might’ve found it, this
Ice island, this blue blue world
At the end of the earth, or above it
And then there it is: that true cobalt, that
Blue again: the distant type that belongs in horizons and at the edges of fields
And there’s an opening in the sky, a Slit
Then the Clouds move, and there’s not.
Megan Walter is an aspiring author in Atlanta, Georgia. When she's not reading or writing, you can find her competing in long-distance running, hiking, or generally admiring nature. Her pieces often focus on natural phenomena, existentialism, and feminism.