Look at the Sky - April 9, 2026

Gary Hunter
Apr 9
1 min read

the morning slips under

a milk spill on blue carpet sky

a sun-cloud cocktail of

strange taste and feeling

a dim world where shadows

brighten, this dusk-daylight

when the nocturnal open an eye

and the diurnal let an eyelid slip

stuck in this muted interface

the world is gray, quiet and

I’m grounded as the hours pass

inside a blanket-covered mirror

ooooh but then

the sun bursts forth

some things run and hide

others look up at the sky

I am suddenly

cleared for takeoff

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