take the path along the edge, not toward it. You are the sky and the edge (not the end and the falling)
the whole sky filled with sound that is freed
instead, choose the opening in the sky.
yearning to look through the sky to see what humans do.
all dressed up for the sky in lace and satin
amazed by the sky at your feet.
toasting with gold that spills into the sky.
sprinting through sky.
a conversation with the sky.
a path toward the sky; piles of floor pillows; plucking the ripe lemon in the rain.
baking a cherry pie; the dream of the big, black dog; a strange parting of the sky.
being the stowaway on a great adventure; woodpeckers playing samba; your head in the sky.
a twinkle in her sky; knowing just the right words to say; a slow movement.
dawn painting the sky yellow and pink over the desert; climbing into the balloon and lifting off; watching the osprey dive.
a piece of the sky; quietly rowing so no one will hear; peering out over the edge of the eagle’s nest.
the sky shedding its clouds; what went on in the old carriage house; a hammer hitting the nail.