The other day I was thinking that I spend a lot of time looking up here - clouds dotting the sky, moon and stars, where the tops of the pines reach their fingers into oblivion. It's so open and interrupted, and it's good to find yourself by getting lost in the expanse. Yesterday it was really nice out and I wrote this silly little verse about it:
Up
I gaze, into the sky
At the clouds, I turn my eye
Adventure beckons - my mind's aflight
Here I leave my earthly plight.
A smiling cow, a spouting whale
There's a ship in full-blown sail.
I hope I never see the day
Where sky is not a place for play.
When all seems down and turned around,
Up is where I find my ground!
