I looked above and wondered

Observe the sky, the time of day is not

important. Whether morning, noon, or night,

direct your gaze above the tops of trees,

above those hills, and listen to the notes

of nature with your eyes. Observe the sky.

Select each shape, each line, each tiny dot

in turn, and contemplate the voice of doubt

which asks, “Is any of this real?” then seize

that question; make it look with open eyes.

                                                Observe the sky.

Of course it’s real, as real as any “What?”

or “Who?” or “When?” or “Why?” Or maybe not.

Accepting life is just illusion frees

us for a while. “It’s real” becomes a phrase

of dust. We never stop. We will not wait.

                                                Observe the sky.