Poetry on you

a workshop item

You look up at the sky and hope.
Not for the rain to fall or the sun to shine;
you just look at it and wait.
The blue canvas it provides, a safe haven for imagination.
You feel the earth become strange.

As if the wind kisses your cheeks as it passes
and the clouds bring you inspiration while they float.
You stop and think of nothing.
Blue in your eyes, clouds in your heart
and you feel saddened by it all.

You wonder for a while
and as you wonder more
you find yourself looking up at the sky.
And you hope.

Hope you'll think of nothing
hope you'll just feel home.