A poem

SKY ABOVE BRICK

A patch of sky above the brick

Draws my eyes into its breadth

An antenna pointing applies depth

The sky isn’t what it seems

Its colour contrasts in starless nights

You see nothing but a great distance

It is the end of the Earth and beginning of space

It seems to be a meeting place perhaps

Where ends meet the never ending

In fact it is a place of mystery

That is juxtaposed behind the profile of buildings

The sky it seems holds it all together

While buildings separate us