The Underground Sky Poem by Mario Gonzalez

Blue.

The surface image

Makes everything topsy-turvy.

The shadow of a gull

A bright sun

Disturb the calmness

Of the topsy-turvy blue.

The unearthly stillness

Of this sky

Is cut

By a low flying

Fish?

The blue ripples

The sun distorts

The shadows are non-existent

But the distortion settles

The sky reforms

The gulls wings are wet

And they are heavy with freedom

As they return to their underground sky.