skywinds
opens a plume of light
unfolding over waters
pushing
sheer moments in delight
 
silver threads
hook the sky
patch work fields crises-cross
only making
its way to my way station
 
and all the while
I 
hidden
upon this earth
except
for the mighty sky
 
Oh, how I watch this morning’s light
traveling
over these stone cold grey waters
free
to begin new again!