What Is Left

Topiary Park, July 6, 2013

There Are Poems
by Linda Pastan, from Carnival Evening

There are poems
that are never written,
that simply move across
the mind
like skywriting
on a still day:
slowly the first word
drifts west,
the last letters dissolve
on the tongue,
and what is left 
is the pure blue
of insight, without cloud
or comfort.