The sky gives us options.
It exerts pressure so we
may put our hands in pockets,
or a foxglove with its retiring
pistils and clownish stamens.
 
The sky changes color
offering the chance to slip
from the passionate white
of dreams to the indifference
of black, blank sleep.
 
The sky offers options
to run for cover,
or stand open and free
to catch the morsels of cloud
 
The sky gives us options
as do pockets, dreams and rain.