Mirroring life,
the big sky has dark days.
An enemy known so well,
almost a lethal old friend
roars in turmoil,
flashes in sheets and arrows,
broils in navy,
swirls viciously in bloated green.
No thoughts are possible but survival.

On the very best days,
over a profusion of prairies
brilliant dancers
in frothy white
decorate cerulean skies.
Infinite vista inspires
expanded awareness.
We imagine ourselves
elevated into the
glowing silver lining.