Sometimes, when the sky is high and the earth is low,
I think to myself,
Things about how right now I can’t concentrate long enough to write anything worthwhile.
Take this blog for instance.
What on earth am I doing?
The sky, like a high thing, stays where it is.
Why do poets always talk about the sky and rain and feelings?
I am here at the table typing this after watching a basketball game on TV,
Much like Emily Dickenson.