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.