Day and Light

The sky was in a beautiful mood today,
Admitting just enough light
To embellish the faces
Of these aged wise men,
Women sashaying on heels,
The bright, boisterous youth
In seminal moments of growth,
And all the beautiful immortals
Inhabiting this silver-toned city.
It’s astounding how much
I love these people.
Among them I breathe only
The smaller atoms
From the viscous blue air,
Those grains of living bliss.
Their presence doubles the volume
Of my thumping heart,
Eases the stubborn pain
In my old leaden head,
By means of the quiet
Of their thoughtful steps,
Temperate laughter,
Smiling chatter of worlds
With no mad, elusive truths.
The sky understands them.
Leaning over their unwavering verve,
It faces no demands
To let the sun shine full.
As long as I can walk
In the light of these people,
The sky doesn’t have to be blue for me.