Sky

Open letter to the sky
Lets grow fields together,
Make honey
Mold candles from the honesty we’ve shared
What I’m saying is-
let’s be each other’s bees wax
I want to get to know you
even though
You will tower over me
-I can accept that
and will with as much grace
as my unpolished edges can muster.
Because you
Will never know the tethers I hold-
The way the earth you watch over
Feels under mud covered soles
These fields
Will be the broadest realities we know
We can be community
The way old folk circle music
Brought life to interaction
because though you may clap along, sky,
The laughter of a summer festival
Will never ensue
the way they do in these circles.

You are not gathered around,
But rather, are stuck
Towering above
those you love
Where as I,
I am learning to be small again
To be humble
To stumble into the tiny shoes
I forgot to wear
When I was… say… ten
Back then those shoes were just like you,
they moved too much and they held lightning
Remember the ones with the little flashy lights on the side?
(i know you had a pair)
Mine would thunder through the hallways
Of opportunities I didn’t need to take
I will take them now..
Make no mistake
The hourglass lies
And so do all those who say
You can only grow old-
I am growing young
My life has formed beaches
Built of sand
That runs backwards through my toes
You’ll noticed
My bare feet are now always exposed
They will trudge through our fields
as to better know the world I walk on
better know-that is where I am rooted
at that moment
but during that moment
you ,sky,
you will continue drifting by
and staying still at the same time

I thought I moved too much
Let them pass too fast
But I am glad
You have reminded me otherwise …
You always have and always will tower above me
My backwards grounding point
Upside down as my hourglass
You are my consistency
You make the freedom
Of movement
Home to me

P.S: Though my arms
are now outstretched towards you,
I wrote you this letter
in the hopes that,
much like thunder,
you might her me,
before you see me.