Give Me Blue Sky

Give me the blue sky, on a warm autumn day, to frame the fading green and give me a window, open halfway.

Let me bask in the stillness of this day and simply sit.

Why does evening have to come soon? This moment is just too lovely to part with. I want it to stay.

Give me my little dog, soft and sleepy, lying next to me, as I write these words, and don’t let her jump away or get hungry. I don’t want to move at all.

Why do I have to do and be?

I wonder about my movement through days and nights, not just now, as the fall breezes just touch the tree tops and slightly tousle their branches, but I wonder often. I ponder this all the time.

What have I done?

My position changes often, and it is changed by more than a gentle breeze. Activity is changed by occurrences that I have no control over, and that sometimes feels really sad.

Involvement, is it overrated? Is it undervalued?

Give me the sun as it shines with the final light of day, yellow and thinning. Give me its soft, mild illumination; the light seems sympathetic and lenient.

Let me sit and breathe. Give me breath.