What you enjoy when a cloud goes by and the sun throws pink onto everything
is the fact that nothing’s going on here but oh yes it is. . .
All the other drama is silly but dang this sky,
pink and orange creeping in by the minute.
To be alone with two things – a gravity for staying and a lifting sky for departing always.
Chin up and beyond – into the pink curves of sun on gray on yellow.
You should take in the sky as if you’re going to drop the mic and shuffle off the stage –
never knowing if you’ll see another one like it again.