The sky is a painting

Better yet a movie

So many scenes

A different one each day

Like my dreams

I like to watch it as I run

As I drive home from work

As I get dressed

In the morning it glows – yellow-orange

Afternoon, a mellow yellow with purple blue clouds

At night I see the clouds trot through my neighborhood

It all repeats but no day exactly the same

Bright blue with puffy white clouds

Light blue with wispy streaks

Gray to black

They go away then come back

Somehow they speak

In their sparkling

Like me and my friends, my family, my dogs

In the photos on the timeline as I scroll

What’s the meaning

Will I ever know

We all pass through too

Like vapor

I look at them all

But they’re gone so fast

Looking for a cause

My heart aches looking at the past

But there’s a new sky here tonight

Here for now, in my sight

I can’t press pause

So I’ll watch while I can