THREE PLAINSONGS

Plainsong I

I float
           In the aegean
Sun beam solution
Dust glider
           In choir-bells
Flight of beer
                                 Kiss
The felt soft wind
Of the sprawling grass
Sun streaks
                        On the glass 
                                    Blind 
Warm skin
Through indirectness
Wet stones
Carry through its surface
           Clouds
An ancient structure
And its pews
                         Movements make
The ages hang
                         Like snow
A ringing 
                         Silence

The gravel of streets
And its song
Plucked by every passenger
I've held a leaf
Drifted from heaven
Other worlds
Smoke
          Shapes in the breeze
Twist 
          Rise
Like Flecks of wood
                      When burned
As when birds
            In thermals soar
                                With songs

This gut
             Is a planet
Suspended
             In waves
A solar system
Of its own
A voice sings
Beams
Broke against the dark
Dawn
Sun's last shot
Over 
            The body
                              Heats
And hair
             Carried away like leaves
Who can stand still and
                                    Evaporate
                                                Here?

Plainsong IV

As snow
          As Flame
Celestialed like Saul
Antarctic angles strike down
Rise
       Saul-no-longer-more

Plainsong XV

Forests bleed in
                        White
Expanses smooth
Bursting color
White fungus 
                 Breaks 
                         From white
Sound appears everywhere
           This
                On
                     That
An unsound
            Prolonged in eyes
A fawn glows
            In uncolors
Tiles in chaos
                        Drop
Fragment on flower-flakes
                                     And unfragment on 
                       Ground 

Liam Holbrook is a poet from Washington. He has previously appeared on Azure Bell and in Maximus Magazine.