Looking up is not high
on the list of modern vices
But eyes raised gives rise
to thoughts of how nice is
The shifting blueness backing
a palette of vapor splashes
Still from below but moving
swiftly on high white slashes

Looking up from my feet
I see dancing spirits on breeze

My earthy walk is gravitas
but lightness up above, a sea
Of open flowing hopeful kind
and gracious giving free
Suspended aches and moody
breaks the grayness in my eyes
When looking up I take in
All the creativity in skies

 

 
Ron Kok, June 12, 2019
Ottawa, ON