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.

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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.