The Sky

Photo: Phoenix Mayet

Lately, I find I am drawn to the sky... I follow the flight of birds, scan the tops of tall buildings, and watch jet trails bloom on the horizon. It occurs to me that the sky is both limitless and small. It wraps blue lips around our slice of the world, holding us in the dome of it's mouth. All things, volcanic ash, the smoke of burning buildings, the persistent wail of sirens are consumed by the sky, diluted in it's spaciousness. Yet, at the same time, the sky hovers over us, more like a cloaked villain than a busy parent. Sometimes, the sky is a pervert in a trench coat, revealing the absurdity of our lives.