Clean (for Brian Keenan)

Sun erupts
from sleeping storms
forging rainbows
cut from glass
convexed to brilliance
cooled by silence
shatter-proof
like faith

once clipped
new wings flutter
levitating through
cornflower blue

swooping now
grasping
that the past
is a prologue
a pilgrimage

you glide
into the clean

then soar