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AUGUST 2006

> ON HIGH, WHERE I AM NOT WELCOMED | lacy davis

Your thoughts occupy some corner of the heavens
where I would need wings to follow.

Like a balloon escaped from a weak grasp,
my comprehension is soon torn from my command,
lost in the enormity of your intellect,
buffeted by the winds of your discourse.
It becomes so impossibly distant,
just a pinprick in the blue;
and I mourn my inability to pursue
with more than my eyes only
searching your face for meaning
I am helpless to obtain.

Like a child looking into the sun, I can't understand it will harm me.

> BIOGRAPHY | about the author

Lacy resides in Southern Indiana where she has been involved in Bean Street Café's Thursday Night Reading Series. In 2002, a collection of Lacy's poetry, including the title work "Poetry Has Had Its Way With Me," was published by iUniverse. Lacy is an Empire Poet and a member patron of The Pathetic Poets Society. She currently works as a contract editor for American Book Publishing.