there is sky all day

though clouds come and go

sun-chasing

rain-washed

and we walk with downcast eyes

there is sky behind the dark lines of dusk

when the sun drops out of sight

and the light in the puddles is quenched

reflecting the ocean

of unreflecting cloud

there is sky all night

though the blue has gone

star-pricked or dark cloud-dappled

and we sleep

dreaming of rainbows and butterflies

there is sky at waking

as moonlight fades

silver into pale gold

suffusing grey with pink then blue

overarching mother