When the sky is a sea,
And planes are ships
Chasing clouds that act
Like whales

Pushing through the open air

And sending its waves
Crashing to the dry
Life below its stretching tail,

Are there islands we can
Land on?
Are there pools that will swallow
Us into nothing but the light
Of the cheering sun?

It's a sea where we will
Never be,
Much like the ocean below,
Mostly unexplored.