Why is the sky a subject of study only when I'm at leisure?
If I'm kicked back in my Kentucky beach chair with nothing to do,
I'll tilt my face upward
and check out whatever artwork God left way up there.
When I'm not at leisure, I'll scan the sky for rain or storms--snow?
A jet streaks across the horizon, and I wonder
what the passengers will enjoy upon arrival.
Hawks wheel above, and their grating call draws my eye
upward, but only for a moment.
It seems my time viewing the sky decreases
even as stress levels increase.
Does it seem that way to you, too?
If I'm zipping to the grocery, the nursing facility, or to school,
I don't stop and take time to sky gaze.
But I know I should.
Taking time to look up inoculates the nonsense with
a necessary dose of perspective.
I might log a two-thousand-word day,
prepare a kidlit lesson, and work
my way through a mountain of laundry--
but I need to pause every now and then to
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