#939 - sky is a garden

 

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sky is a garden

for the adventure of the flying islands

for a field guide to Australian clouds

 

look up!

 

fountain of noon

desert bright

 

light trickles where let

shade flows

 

here are ripples

cast from the still

 

look up

sky is a garden

 

can you pick apart this blue?

 

grows dark with last

some settle up branches

damask, azure and rose

 

sky is a garden

hand over rung

 

all eyes for

breath of stars

 

on foot go

 

stairs running mist

everywhere the eye delights

vastnesses traverse

 

sweet as it falls

the sky – cupped hands

catch falling

 

we trusted in the above

 

none knew

 

sky has a budget

and we broke it

 

go on

how else?

through the smoke

 

bridge ending off

 

towers broke, floating

all kinds of debris

 

still

tendril touch

arrive at the gate

 

there’s always a wilding beyond

and after

told this world under wing

 

look up!

 

a fountain of veiled moon

desert bright

 

light trickles where let

shade flows

 

it comes without a voice

the question –

 

if sky is a garden

who’ll tend?