Marc Nair (b. 1981)
SELECTED POEMS
Plastic Ghosts #5
To fall as a cloud
is to descend whole,a fragrance that basks
on the shore, unbroken
by wind, free from thermals,
the questing winds of eagles.Some clouds keep their shape
by hiding a ray of sunlight inside,
a knotted secret, even as
the world around turns to rain.
by Marc Nair
from The Earth in our Bones (2023)
