14 October 2013

A Poem

The sky is

Some things in life get old really fast.
If I was given Life cereal to eat every day,
One day, I would get sick of it and not want it again.
And that's saying somethings because
I love Life.

I also love (in no particular order or categorization)
Disney movies, tomatoes, cheese,
Hiking, snuggling, Christmas, chips and salsa,
Friends, family, Nutella, vacuuming, traveling,
Camping, writing, and eating ice cream.

Why do I love these things?
Why do I cherish the moments when I have encounters
With these things?

I think it's because

My interactions are always something special, or unique.

Life cereal: breakfast food. So yummy. I eat it when I have it.
Disney movies: I watch when I have time.
Tomatoes: I eat when they're in season from the garden.
Cheese: I eat to wind down after a long day.
Hiking: I go out of my way to see amazing vistas.
Snuggling: When I'm with someone I love, I snuggle.
Christmas: Once a year.
Chips and salsa: Salty, delicious, and spicy.
Friends: No matter which ones, we always have a grand time.
Family: I love them. And it sometimes hurts that we're so far apart.
Nutella: Sweet heaven in a small jar.
Vacuuming: Nothing is so therapeutic as making those lines in the nap.
Traveling: New sights, new people, new adventures.
Camping: With friends or family or by myself, nature speaks when I'm with her.
Writing: I don't paint or draw. My canvas is a story.
Eating ice cream: I savor each bite of it.

One thing that I love that I see
Everyday,
One thing that never ceases to
Amaze me,
One thing that I can't get over is
The Sky.

My Skies in my town are special.
Clear, cloudy, colourful, calm, or crazy.
At dawn or dusk,
A story rises or sets.
Stories illustrated in vivid colours.

I see it every day. And I never tire of it. I have yet to dislike
Disney movies, tomatoes, cheese,
Hiking, snuggling, Christmas, chips and salsa,
Friends, family, Nutella, vacuuming, traveling,
Camping, writing, and eating ice cream.

If they were repetitive and no fun and
Lacking delicious flavor and I
Had to eat or do the same things
Over and over and over again,
All the while being redundant,
I would,
Without a doubt,
Tire of those things.
Things that I love.

But not my Skies.

I can never tire of
My Skies.

There is Something ethereal
With my Skies.
Something eternal that connects me with you. Something that lifts my heart, my soul, my eyes,
My All.
Something that is fluid and liquid and
Changing.
All the Time. And so we have Skies to make us
Smile. To make us
Wonder. To make us
Connect. To make us
Humble. To make us
Look Up. To make us
Appreciate. To make us
Human.To make Us. You. Me. Us. Under a Sky, which reflects Us:
Fluid. Liquid. Changing.
Clear, cloudy, colourful, calm, and crazy. Stories rising. Stories setting.
Beautiful stories.

Beautiful Skies.
Beautiful Us.