. . .revelation-white clouds float
through a divine blue sky. . .

~ Excerpt from What Stillness, by Laura Foley

A new word. A large one, a fabulous one, a necessary and so easy-to-take-for-granted one. I offer it to the Special One, a finger pointing up: sky. Sky he says, pointing up. There it is, for both of us for all of us. A spring sky, a blue sky, a cloud-revelation sky. We are under it in our yard, together. All of us on the planet, under it, but, in this moment of the morning on March 22, 2022, on the way to school, outside my car that will take him there, this sky is only ours, his and mine, feet on the earth, word in our mouths, vastness above. You can do this: give someone a whole word, reveal a sky.