To look up and to look out is to see you
I see tragic hope and I am mercilessly humbled

I know you know me. You see me too.

I am below and within you. I am the possibility of hope
I am the mercy to your world
I am its consolation prize

The emptiness of the sky is to my grateful advantage
It makes possible the idea that you fill it
It makes possible the hope to see you

It is my canvas
I fill it with your smell and your touch and the relief of your presence

I have climbed as close to the canvas as I can here to see you clearly
And I do
I am not without you
In sickening ironic contrast
You make the world seem more alive

And I am comforted to know that you rest
In high places