The Blackest Sky

where do we go when we die?

as a child I was taught to look towards the blue sky

and close my eyes to find a paradise

 

but with each setting sun, looking up

I saw the real emptiness that surrounded me

 

and that darkness, speckled with stars

did more to impress upon my mind the gravity

of the question than could the most beautiful day

 

the disguise of the sky, in day

with its blue and white tie dye portrait in motion

did little to dissuade me from the truth

 

that I am here and when I die

I don't know where I will be