Today is a day of skies denied,
a day of skies restrained and waiting.
A day the clouds confer
and dance before a sun-caught moon.
Most people are inside.
Except for the man who scurries along
pushing a wheelbarrow of pillows.
He walks at a respectable clip.
His hands are full so he asked me to take notes.
This is what he said:
The sky loves earth with rain.
Earth wears the sky as a scarf.
Spend all your fear on compassion.
Nothing is greater than its telling.
Courage redeems the worse of secrets.
Canyons gape. Rivers flood.
The sea can’t sit its stand.
We spill ourselves to be refilled.