The Sky by Erich von Hungen

The sky dreams clouds

Of genitals,

Of chickens catching fire,

Of rabbits chasing them,

Of candy eating elephants,

Of tigers unrolling all their stripes,

Of oceans of softness

More than all the skin on earth.

It dreams, it dreams.

All day long it dreams

As if it need do nothing,

Need not accomplish

Any single thing,

As if it already owned it all

From dawn right through to twilight dusk.

As if it only needed to dream

To dream to teach us how,

As if to dream

Across a billboard infinite

Were what we needed most to know.

The sky, it dreams

As if it dreamed out of necessity

To show us how each day.

Oh. to be open as a dreaming sky,

Cloud-filled,

Curious

And ever changing.

Oh, to look and learn just how.

To set out clouds, ourselves,

Clouds out to wondering.

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Erich von Hungen currently lives in San Francisco, California, under a giant Norfolk pine in a century old house between Golden Gate Park and the Pacific Ocean. His writing has appeared in The Colorado Quarterly, Cathexis Northwest Press, The Esthetic Apostle, The Write Launch, The Ravens Perch, From Whispers To Roars, The Closed Eye Open and others. He has recently launched two collections of poems "In Spite Of Contagion: 65 COVID-19 Poems" and "Kisses: 87 Love Poems". Twitter: @PoetryForce