Between Black Skies

almost forever,
there it is it is
over forests, all forests
over deserts, all deserts
this one now
as it shines
and this shines also
as the lightning gets
all over us
showers pure protons
over us
it is over that too

out there, always
just out there
turning round
vanishing
returning
vanishing
never too soon
nor late
nor the lightning.

From here the sky
is blue gray white black
sometimes green or silver
from here
it appears
to be there
but it is not
just a sky anymore
as it used to be
not just blue
and not cupped
not one day the same
yet we think it is
as we believe
in all things
we just do
this consequence
that ommission,
makes sense only
in one instance.