cargo
“reds cargo, blues cargo”
a manmade pocket
punched by light from the outside
lightbeam shoots inward
focused like laser
unending current of bright
into a blackened purple void
this beam of light like thread
danced heavy and bouncy
around the poking
of fingertips
cut and split by all five
illuminates a palm
halation emanates its edges
a palm fresh and young
uncalloused meaty face
rises into frame
it met the beam head on
the hand engulfs the light
the hand spread wide
white in the center palm
from the edge of focus beam
skin white to gold
to beige to blood red
silhouetted against a midnight sky.