Sky & I

I climbed up a ladder
to nail a cloud to the sky,

The cloud blew away,
and the sky asked why,

I've been forever trying
to pin this down in my mind;

The memory moves in
rhythms. I let it go,

In the moment of the echo;
stay silent.  

I climbed up a ladder
to put the sun in the sky,

The sky said, "Ah-hah!"

That sky's pretty bright.


[to force clarity makes
no more sense
than to force confusion]