me in the mirror, feathers, unfinished perfect paper mache bowl.
no one shows a child the sky ~ african proverb
we want people to show us the sky.
we are afraid we are looking at it all wrong,
or dressed wrong for the occasion.
we will pay people money to take our heads in their hands,
tilt us back and say there.
open your eyes.
how does it happen that we forget to see?
it's really that simple.
long boring academic papers are written about the subject,
proper capital letters, footnotes, correct spacing,
(god forbid there should not be correct spacing).
i want to give those authors crayons and paper and say hush. draw me your sky.
my sky today is blue and and cloudless,
full of sunshine.
the tulip trees are blooming;
no one has to show them the sky.