The sky’s blue changes
as I look from the horizon
well, as close to the horizon as I can see through the buildings downtown
Palest blue with a golden hint
light grey blue
finally a bright clear eye-watering blue.
The sky overhead is full of pale white ghosts
It makes me homesick.
Homesick for where?
Where the pale winter morning sky doesn’t light until ten?
The west coast?
Where a blue winter morning sky is like a miracle?
Where the morning sky and vast Pacific ocean seem to be one?
Could I be homesick for a time and not a place?
Could this morning’s
winter sky simply remind me of times past?