You Said the Sky

(January 20, 2019)

Let’s sit in the silence and simply do nothing.

We’ll stare at the sunset and find that we’re smiling.

No words were spoken, but I knew what you were thinking,

Or I guess we weren’t thinking as much as just breathing.

Soaking it in till our hearts overflowed,

Light gleamed from our eyes and spilled out our souls.

I asked you what your favorite thing was in nature.

Mine was the light, the way it touched every creature.

You sat a bit, then answered with tender eyes.

You said the sky, but that too often, we miss out on its design.

If one would just go outside and look up a little more often,

You said they’d see all was okay;

“Our mess-ups can’t change the galaxies or make the stars soften.”

You went on for a while, and I just gathered and gleaned,

And the last of what you said also stuck out to me:

“Every hour, the Artist puts up a new display,

How can we know art if we don’t see it when it’s right in front of our face?”