The open sky cries.

There is a space there for agony.

It echoes.

Thunder and lightning are
really very frightening.

The outside air is charged.
The inside is pain.

Looking out across the
fields, the expanse,
this place,
a haunting.

This place sparks with memory.

Too much to stay,
but nowhere to go.

And the sun gives a
smile, but it is not enough.

This expanse of growing up
and growing in.

The light show cuts it in relief.

The memories will not depart.

The mind and sky are open.

 

22/5/2024