It's Still Life

And Then She Said

“It’s just you and your idiot hope.
The sky’s invisible,” she said,
“it’s gas – like a filled balloon.”

But I knew what I saw, and it seemed
the real deal to me

with its jet streams
and vapour lines.

Its noon blues and morning reds
and migrating birds

and flying clouds,

and that sonic boom, well ..
it was a sign to me

that the sky was alive, and that
the moon was swinging

from a starlight twine,
and the sun was marooned

up there like a shipwreck.
But she sighed.
And walked away.

Sunday Whirl words: marooned boom swing fill deal seem line sign stream sky hope