Cobalt Sky

Near the Anniversary of September 11

Late summer tomatoes still on the window sill

Not mine, mind you, not that I mind.

Growing them in a pot does not compare

To the Earth

Where crickets dwell and

Chirp all night and day and night

And cicadas hang on for dear life

With one leg or

Whatever makes them sing

Staccato cicada static.

Late summer tennis and baseball

And Fútbol and Football

And students studying

And parents parenting

And driving all over God’s

Creation.

The Pope is asking us to

Fast on Saturday for

Peace

While birds feast on

Sunflowers and lanky ornamental grasses

Preparing for their

Journey.

Cool morning breezes whisper

Over dewy damp lawns

Below a sky as blue as cobalt.

Exactly the same sky that covered

My son’s 4th Birthday on 

September 11 in the year of our Lord

2001