The Infinite Sky Plain
I live on the edge of the infinite sky plain
dirt meets the horizon
dirt meets the sky
you can see all the way to the sky
with nothing blocking your view
that is how vast and open
this land is that I call the infinite sky plain
when the crop comes in
it is low to the ground
and you can still see
all the way to the sky
there is a plain white butterfly
that dances among the green and red
as you look across the crop
you see them at regular intervals
it is like they have each
staked out their own territory
but in a polite way
they are plain white
and the crop is simply green and red
but the dirt with these three simple colors
is pretty in the heat
of the central valley sunset
I used to be afraid
of such huge and open spaces
it was like there was too much space
for my eye to see all at once
but the plain white butterflies
gave me something
upon which my eye could focus
and the vast emptiness
of the all the open space around me
went away
Copyright © Forrest Pasky | Year Posted 2017
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