Most days I like to look up at the clouds
my back upon the earth and my eyes upon the sky.
Peace comes to me horizontally.
I pass the house, empty now of friends
and feel within an emptiness exceeding expectations.
I think that I’ll not pass that way again.
The quiet surface of a nearby lake
showed me the sky. I tip toed slowly to the water’s edge
and saw an old man framed in blue, with clouds.