July Summer Sky

A July Summer sky, by Viv Wigley I remember, as a child lying on my back, freshly mown grass, gazing at the summer sky. Finding shapes in clouds or, on a clear day simply gazing at the azure blue, wondering what was beyond. Trying to pierce that layer, and see the infinite wonders in the blackness. Fifty-six years later I lie here again, the same lawn of the house where I was born and hope to die, looking up at the same blue sky. Nothing has been rearranged. Only time, and I , have changed.