Daily poem 42: Wishful thinking

Last day of May—already!—last 42. I wrote this one during our week of hot summery weather and was hoping by the end of the month it would still be an accurate description. Dream on, Jane. Straight storms and solid rain is all we’re getting for a while to come, it seems.


This sky is full of light


birds’ egg blue

behind a tracery of green


and far beyond this daytime screen,

sea-mirror, blue planet echo,

the infinite blackness of space.