Swizzle Stick

Questions to an Open Sky

Hey blue sky,
so down to earth,
where do you
actually start?
When do you stop
being our air,
& suddenly turn into sky?
Are you high?
When do you cease
being sky,
& become space?
Sky! My husband!
Is my lover
safely hidden
under the bed?
Is it hard for you
to be everywhere?
What are your thoughts
on pathetic fallacy?
Your favourite colour?
Your thoughts on cloud?
Is there anybody up there,
looking down?
Do you prefer penetration
by rocket or by plane?
Are planets & stars your jewels?
Is Sky your name?
If you were to answer me,
what would be your voice?
Do you sing the blues?
Do you have a choice
as to whether the weather
is nasty or nice?
Your unspoken answers
are impossible & infinite
as are my questions,
dear Sky.