The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2011

Some Birth Day

Because my soul, open like a tin can under heaven, caught lost light refracted from a planet or star I never saw but felt illuminate my empty core, the dark matter of fact, and like a can once opened can never be resealed, this became the because of my tin can life, the thin curved metal of my remaining days, the lid-off-mouth-open-catch-all-that-can-be mystery of moment rolled under aluminum stars, a comet’s glance, the knife blade moon slicing, sliding, o moon, and you sun, bleached memories of wakefulnesses flickering empty as a can, complete as a can can be opened, open empty under heaven, matter’s dark fact and the seasons, turning.

Sally Ashton