Feeling humbled, less obsessive, being an observer, it is where I belong.

I watch as a single crow flies by, east to west, chatting as he goes, he is visible for a long time.

A large formation of geese, very high, traversing south to north, soon out of sight.

A rare surprise this morning, two coyotes cross the field in front of me,

Side by side about forty feet apart, they match each others stride, their communication

needs no language.

People too pass by, dog walkers and runners, I avoid eye contact, looking down writing,

but I sense their suspicion, and it is understandable.

I am a troubled soul, not easily hidden.

It’s just that this spot is such a home for me, a rare place in this area because the endless sky

is visible here, a gift unrealized by most, no buildings, lights or wires to interrupt.

The empty sky helps me empty my thoughts, mostly useless clutter, they are me and they are not me.

Being undefined is liberating.

Thank you sky, soon I will be grounded again, being busy, passing for normal.