his name is the jagged, ghostly peaks of mountains in the distance,
piercing lazy wisps of clouds and murky blankets of fog.
his name is garish splotches of colour
decorating skinny kneecaps and bony elbows.
his name is the sky before dusk, dizzying yet serene
and stretching out past the edge of the earth.
his name is the pallen, quivering flesh of a petulant child
holding their breath to get what they want.
his name is a smattering of forget-me-nots
sparkling with morning dew.
his name is tranquility.