The yellow rectangle of National Geographic
tried to contain this wonder
calling it an atmospheric phenomenon—
a sky-punch—caused by a plane piercing
the super-cooled droplets held inside
a cirrocumulus cloud, setting off
the Bergeron process, leaving a large
circular hole, a fallstreak hole, like a
blue polka dot on a white sun dress.
But if that is all it is, then why am I
still staring up at this knothole in the sky
expecting to catch a glimpse of God on the other side?