THE FIRST SKY

The first sky I see

in the early morning

after I open our front door

is in the east.

 

Sometimes I see Jupiter —

at least I think it’s Jupiter.

 

What if I’m wrong

and it’s Saturn —

or even possibly Mars?

It can’t be any others.

I know that much —

but not much more

about the sky I love —

the sky that daily blesses me.

 

In fact, I know now

less than I used to

back when I owned a telescope

and did some studying.

 

I  don’t even know

what happened to it

nor do I know

what’s happening to me.

 

Back when I peered

through a three inch lens

I knew nothing about

the Apple that I now have

and use to give you

little bites of my mind.

 

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