Sky

I like you with nothing. Are you
what I was? What I will be?
I look out there by the hour,
so clear, so sure. I could
smile, or frown – still nothing.

Be my father, be my mother,
great sleep of blue; reach
far within me; open doors,
find whatever is hiding; invite it
for many clear days in the sun.

When I turn away I know
you are there. We won’t forget
each other: every look is a promise.
Others can’t tell what you say
when it’s the blue voice, when
you come to the window and look for me.

Your word arches over
the roof all day. I know it
within my bowed head, where
the other sky listens.
You will bring me
everything when the time comes.

~~ William Stafford ~~

10 responses to “Sky

      • Beautiful words Ms. Blossom. Thank you. Been awhile, hope all is well with you & your loved ones. Happy Leap Year Day.

      • I’m just always too busy…I don’t know how all the rest of you do it…but I do miss my friends on the blog so I try to post something every now and then. Thank you so much…I count you among my most loved and respected bloggers. Happy Leap Year Day to you too! 🙂

      • I have always said “busy” means you’re alive and doing well so don’t knock busy too much. I am consumed by bloggin because of the type of blog i have, I post around 30 post a day trying to keep up with current events. I come to your blog to unwind my mind.

        It’s so good to see you, miss your serene, peaceful spirit.Be well and be safe my friend. ❤

      • Thank you Jueseppi… and thank goodness for people just like you who work so hard to put so much great information out there. Have a good night, my friend. 🙂

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