a slate sky is asking me
for reasoning about the day.
I have summations.
but they are as stale
as thoughtless can produce.
I am wandering in observation
looking for a visual embrace.
something off the billboard of sight
that splashes me
with sudden found impact.
I don't want the day to be a stare-down
in which neither of us,
the sky or me,
make the first move towards enhancement.
I will even take birds in the sky
spelling out incoherent words
as a sign.
yet passive static reigns
as visual cues.
maybe I am choosing the wrong sense
to be the source of stimulation.
what? I should be happy
with motors humming across the sky
as a sensory sign
of the impending beauty of the day?
I suppose a uplifting in-breath
will have to do.
I rest my case
in the hammock of breath upliftment.
early morning and I
raise my eyes to toast
the oncoming day.
and sip lung levity
as my initial reward . . .
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