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Achingly Beautiful How the Sky Blooms Umber at the End of the Day, Through the Canopy

Summers spent practicing in the apartment
stairwell: hand on the bannister, one foot after
another. Did I ever tell you I couldn’t walk

until I was three and then sort of dragged
myself up and downstairs until I was seven
or eight? That burgundy carpet.

I’d stop to breathe and look out the window,
over brick tenements, toward the Capitol
building. Oak leaves so full of late summer

sun even I thought, “Obscene” and stood stunned
for a moment. My God. The urge to rest like the birds
on the phone wires, chatting like barristers

at the end of the day. Myself the useless
Ambassador from the third floor. I was the last one
up so the door was left open. I can still see it gaping

from two stories down. Sometimes music played.
Sometimes I’d smell supper. Neighbors stopped
to say hello. Achingly beautiful how the sky

looked as I stood after they left. Nicer somehow
in the middle. All the trees tucking blackbirds
into their darkness. It really did take this long.

Credit


Copyright © 2015 by Gabrielle Calvocoressi. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 15, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


“The scariest thing about going to Catholic school was that I was told I had to learn how to walk up and down stairs (something I couldn't do by the age of seven because of my nystagmus). I spent the summer ‘learning’ how to walk up and down stairs. I hadn't thought about it in ages, and then this poem appeared.”
—Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Author


Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Gabrielle Calvocoressi is the author of Rocket Fantastic (Persea Books, 2017).

Date Published: 2015-06-15

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/achingly-beautiful-how-sky-blooms-umber-end-day-through-canopy