The Sky

endless in my mind’s eye endless like memories reflections of love and desires felt since I was a child now I drive the highway drifting clouds are islands and they reflect the sun as if the day has just begun a river flows by my side people in the diner reminisce about how life changes but still goes on and children eager to move out of town end up living their parents’ lives talk of politics and taxes in convenience stores and bars makes philosophers out of farmers and wives and we make up stories about what we cannot understand on a quiet walk on a path I take in all I can and time is never lost