There is no sky

There is no sky

No matter how high you fly

Above is always blue

There is no touching it

Reaching out

Stretching bony

Yearning

Fingers wide

Dreaming of leaving

Looking earthward through

The back lit

Outer limits

Whilst floating in a tin can

Listening to Strauss

As the world spins

In counterpoint

Is romantic

For many

A problem to solve

For some

Airplanes are suspensions

Of disbelief

Graceful in flight

When seen from a distance

Disgracefully obscene

From a little too close

Battering a hole

In the ozone

There is no sky

No sign of blue

Clouds are not lily pads

Looking for angels

Is a fool's errand

No matter how illusive

The butterfly,

It is still an insect

There is no substance

To the belief

That blue sky thinking

Is anything

Other than a blank sheet

Waiting for a splash

Of inspiration

To fill

The wide open space

With something

Meaningful.