Somewhere beneath a clear blue sky
we sit and watch the world go by,
from sandy beach along the shore
or from a bench before a store.
The passing faces, frames and gaits
remind us of our own mean fates.
Familiar footfalls, crags and sighs
pass before our wandering eyes.
At last, we lift our gaze to see
the sky we thought so clear to be
relinquish its weak hold on light
and unveil twinkling points of white.
We float through silent empty seas
and contemplate infinities.
© Paul Guernsey Player