Sky

Sky

No sky
Below
In Quicksilver studio.
But basement roots in shadow.

Sky
In kitchen.
Skylight rains sunshine;
Reflections on oranges.

Sky
In Pathfinder.
Skylight clears pathways
For intimate exchanges.

Sky
On deck
Rises to 100 degrees
In March and April eves.

Sky
On hill
Swirls wind and birds and calls
Spices for each season.

Sky
Is not
My planet, but the aura protecting
Multiplying molecules: myself!

Jeanne Poland