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Blue Sky



It is natural to prefer blue sky where cloud has recently been.
Are there shy birds, do you think, that hide too much in clouds?

And if so, must we condemn them, demand they use their wings to soar out under the sun?
And when we do, do we plead with them for them or so that we might more easily see them?

We are made to need to see beauty.

Sure, I'd rather err toward idiosyncrasy than toward conformity,
but to love the inconvenient—that's something I have struggled with.

Indulgence is no substitute for acceptance.

And I wonder about the precise relationship between criticism and gratitude.
Can we find that which can be enjoyed without being destroyed?

Goodness may not always be beautiful, but kindness is.

If you want someone to believe they are weak,
never allow them to be tested.

Today's birds are bold since we abandoned our scarecrows.
It is natural to prefer blue sky where cloud has recently been. Isn't it?

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.