Hole In My Sky

There’s a hole in my sky where everything drains to, And nothing ever comes back when I want it, Except for the rain. It’s just a hole no bigger than a beach ball, The light of the moon is blocked when it passes behind it, As too are clouds, birds, satellites and fireworks. I’m not sure if it’s a solid or an opening of some sort; An obstruction or a passage, A locked door or a keyhole with a place of refuge. There’s a whole of infinite sky beyond that opens to all, And this is where I want to go. And still there’s this empty blackness directly in front of me. I wish I were an acrobatic circus performer, I would light the void on fire and jump right through, Fly away and never return.