The Convenience of Living by Mason Shreve

The clouds remember
the taste

of every bird
that ever flew through them,

each airplane,
each drop of rain

from every storm,
the sizzle of lightning

and the melancholy meat
of thunder.

I have tasted
every cloud

and lived above
their absent spaces.

      I walk on stilts.

      I am a giant.



Mason Shreve has lived most of his life in rural Indiana. He writes things. He almost always has a beard.