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  <title>Poem - The Sky</title>
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  <description>The poem &quot;The Sky&quot; started out with the intent of contemplating how ripples in a pool impact others.  The muse took it in another direction, one about the circle of life on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrop in the vast ocean&lt;br /&gt;nothing but water to the eye&lt;br /&gt;horizons stretched to time and back&lt;br /&gt;depths unknown by ground unseen&lt;br /&gt;both high and low to the sight&lt;br /&gt;sheets of drops fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many ripples in response&lt;br /&gt;each a perfect circle&lt;br /&gt;until they meet another one&lt;br /&gt;then the sum is multiplied&lt;br /&gt;cross-divided at God&apos;s whim&lt;br /&gt;across the breadth beneath the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this imperfect mirror&lt;br /&gt;scrying bowl of humanity&lt;br /&gt;no longer smooth on the face&lt;br /&gt;dimpled yet still perfect&lt;br /&gt;longing to show from where we came&lt;br /&gt;with the blurred reflection of the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angels can only guess&lt;br /&gt;why we chose these heights to fall&lt;br /&gt;impact jarring as life begins&lt;br /&gt;cooperation the quest that fails&lt;br /&gt;when the same has suspicion’s mark&lt;br /&gt;tears crowd the eyes that watch the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which end do droplets go&lt;br /&gt;in this welling pool down below?&lt;br /&gt;first to mix as separates will&lt;br /&gt;willingness mixed with angst&lt;br /&gt;then to feel the heat of the sun&lt;br /&gt;evaporate, return to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161107.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=678254&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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