Touching The Sky

March 16, 2011
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I like to stare up at the big blue ocean in the sky the sky.
The clouds like waves.
But without the violent thrashing hitting the beaches after the storm.

The clouds as soft as a newborn baby.
Occasionally they come down from the sky.
They touch the Earth’s belly with their giant hands.

When I go out,
It wraps around me like a cobra.
The humidity showers me with sweat.
I go back inside to find sleep.
He is hiding from me.

I found him.

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