The Sky Was Just For Me

 

The colors in the sky distorted

just for me.

I was the only one who saw it.

I swear I was!!!

The sky was just for me.

 

To open my cosmic present

Of this enticing empyrean domain,

I breathed her right in.

 

How can I repay

The gasses and the masses underneath,

The liquid rain, listening to my body’s every need—

And the solid ground that lingers on my toes?

 

Perhaps I’ll allow

The ethereal clime

To prey on my ravenous mind

For a second longer

 

And the sky, in its glory,

Needs not for me to whisper “you matter,”

As the terrain knows

It is I in need of this whispering

Once more.

 

-- Chelsea Perry