Give Me the Sky
Give me the sky
with its blue and grey
with its sun and moon
birds and planes
Give me the sky
when it pours heavily
on desert's scorched earth
creating thick mud-flooded valleys
Give me the sky
lying face-up on the grass
in front of our track home
a child gazing upward with hope
Give me the sky
instead of the office workplace
"cubicle city" I called it
all of us yearning for the sun
"Give me the sky"
thought Icarus, but flew close
he had clearly attained the sky
but greedily wanted the sun
Give me the sky
the open sky that stretches broadly
on each side of me
as we cross border after border
Give me the sky
of the open-air market
where we speak of sprouts and scones
with people we really don't know
Give me the sky
with darkness and pinhole stars
stretching out to infinity
a concept we'll never understand
Give me the sky
of Canada, Spain, Ireland,
Maryland, Texas, Colorado
every sky different in its own way
Give me the sky
always present whether we see it or not
like memories of loved ones
whether we see them or not
Give me the sky
its invisible, warm blanket
protecting us from solar heat
but we damage it anyway
Give me the sky,
the sea, the mountains
the deserts, the creeks
and give me the wisdom to protect it
Give me the sky
its vast expanse
full of possibilities
if we'll only notice.
Please give me the sky
Copyright © Fran Delaney-Barron | Year Posted 2023
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