The sky is like him
I would say he is like the sky
but that would be wrong –
To me, he existed before the sky
And only later did I notice the universe above
Because it resembled the man who held the sun in his hand

Have you ever met someone who was just so
Infinite
That when you tried to see the end of him you thought – maybe
You might shatter into dust
Become part of his endlessness and disappear amongst the rest
Of the rest of his never-ending galaxies existing beyond your comprehension

I reached out to touch this man today
And found him just beyond my reach
So palpable, so there, it burned
I could nearly touch the sun in his fingertips
But he raised his hand, and as the sun rose out of my reach
It floated amongst the clouds

And my world turned dark
He exhaled a frigid wind and blew out my stars
This wind howled and angered the clouds
Who dropped an icy vengeance on the ground beneath my feet
A thousand booming explosions as each shard made contact
With the earth I once knew

That day I thought the sky would fall
But that thought was, of course, foolish – that which is up never comes down
                            The sun burned brighter when it returned, wrapped in
                                                                ­                                       rainbows and promises
But I knew better than to reach out, or to hope.
Just to see was enough – just to know, for the time being,
That he was there