It gives us joy
To look above
To clearness
Of the blue
A cloudless sky
Earth’s mantle
Arches over
With clarity of vista
Drawn deep with searching
The optic nerve seeks patterns
The wherewithal the heavens
Answers yet unknown
Stretch endlessly away
Our vision finite
Lost within the blue
No clouded markers
No cairns to mark the way
A thinness stretched
Before us
A wonder
Of the beauty of the day.
Ruth Partridge 