Under Investigation

I don’t need to know why
 The sky is blue.
No-one can tell me why 
 I lie here now,
 Bed next to rooftop window,
Taking in the day
 That turns to evening as I watch.

Simply, I want sky, rooftop, world
 Shown me anew.
We need the transfiguration
 Of our puzzling lives
Into something fresh.A word sown
 Brings to startling ranks
A force that dazzles, puffing fire.

Draw me into your blue mystery – 
 Our sky, our world.
Teach us how to live – never to strain
 Against this endless strangeness.