Dear Sky,
Thank you for sticking around.
I’m a little trapped here, tied to ground by gravity,
in a state, a country, but you
are the true top of my room.
When I stare up, everything feels better.
You calm me down. When you are gray, I know you
are holding on to rain, doing your job. When you’re blue,
everyone loves you. So many styles of clouds
drifting quietly . . . best of all, you always change,
the way I change getting older.
Thank you for showing me how. In your own
mysterious way, I think you care. I want to belong
to everywhere, the way you do. Kids in Dubai,
Kenya, China, Australia, all know you.
You are the true world friend. Sky, I thank you
every day and night for connecting us.
I don’t need any money at all
to own your glory.
Love, Small Dot on the Earth