view out my front door
Kids, look up!
look up and see,
above the traffic,
and the noise,
there's a Sky-show
going on, above:
puffy clouds all
floating by with
exemplary poise,
a feast of beauty
painted
all the colors of love
strewn like blooms
across the sky,
I watch them sail
serenely by
I tip my head
and feel this old earth
turning,
peace above
while down below,
the burning,
look up again,
and everything
has changed,
the Sky has been
so deftly
re-arranged
Take a moment
from your hurry
in the midst of
all the flurry,
just to breathe
Sky's beauty in:
up above
just peace,
and blessing,
even Love
is what
I'm guessing,
as this perfect
West Coast
summer day
begins
