"The Sky of Life" a Poem by Me

All the photos, except the sun set, we're taken at Crystal Bridges Museum of Art. 

Enjoy! <3

"The Sky of Life" by Abby McLean 

The world rattles on

On rusty hinges, 

Cracked doors,

And through clogged tunnels

And we’re expected to move

Through them

Either that or 

The world moves on

On a conveyor belt of sorts 

Always moving 

Relentless

And we’re expected to move

With it

It’s the first of September,

I lay back on a bench

Sweltering in the heat

And watching the clouds 

Change shape 

Above me

Then I have the idea

That maybe the picture of life 

Doesn’t have to be continuously moving forward

Maybe a better image would be 

the clouds

Or the sky

The clouds and rain and lightning move around it

Like people and things, in our own lives

But the sky is rarely alone

And neither are we 

Even though it is the first

Of the month

And I am melting 

Under the sky

I watch the clouds

Move on

And try to be impartial as they go

And excited, if I can,

For the ones on the way.