have you been where the
sky rests on tent pole
mountain peaks and seen
the fluffy clouds bounce along
the periwinkle fabric of heaven?

I have brushed my head
against it's atmospheric fabric
trying to peek through
to the other side for I've
seen distant porch lights
winking back at night.

When I finally found a small
rip to peer through I saw
only my own soul and, scared,
I ran away...