looking up

as we look to up to the sky
to feed our imagination
to look beyond the creations in sight
the concrete that bites
the ground into smooth and round, planned corners
the sound of steps, solid echo takes flight
yes, I lift my head to delight
eyes closed for a sight
that I might invent, let myself out of the confines
to sign and call this creation mine
so long as when I've made my rhyme
my eyes will have learned how to look to the sky...


with this same gesture, my head falls face up
looking for anything to pick my soul up
when my internal world goes awry,
when my resolution is to break down and cry.
yes, it's then too that I look to the sky.
It tells me I cannot let myself get by without storming through
my charged reaction
striking my sorrow, rumbling with fear
til there comes a resolve.
and to let my head fall, face up
was the first welcome to the rain
keeping hold of my soul until reality
grants me true clarity built upon the pain of struggle
resolve does not dissolve the trouble;
it evolves.