Belong
Where do I belong?
Parked in front of a sky so immense
Bursting with color
Reclining in an Adirondack chair
Head pitched to the heavens
With nothing but pale clouds.
Absorbed in the clouds and color
Pale blue-grey transforming to peach
Becoming brighter
Color creeping, moving, and saturating the expanse above me.
I see nothing but the sky
Buildings and wires are completely absent from my view
I watch in the quiet of a Wednesday night
As the clouds slowly change to magenta and salmon.
I belong right there,
in my seat,
waiting for the show to be completed by darkness and stars.
Sunset
From pale to peach
Bright blue from behind
Salmon at the end
A blanket of clouds
The peculiar pitch of an Adirondack chair and…
No glasses needed
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The Unfinished Child 