Eyes Up

The trees were green and the sky was gray.

The road was long though I could not see it.

I could see the birds soaring as a trinity.

Was that a sign of divinity?

I can’t get a good look of what’s ahead from down here.

Though what’s above my head has my interests keen.

Who knows what bridges or tolls must be past.

I should not mind as long as I find a promise in the sky.

Though the sky is awareness and she does not cling.

She knows the clouds will pass and the moon will rise and set.

Nothing on her end will forbade this ritual as long as she is open and still.

Exhilarating and comforting.

It feels as though I’ve past under the same bridge a hundred times.

I’ve laid here moving.

Looking at the tops of trees and the gray sky

Never seeing the sea.