Ken's Poetry

Look Up

I noticed the sky
hanging unexpectedly
above the rooftops
and back on my heels
I gasped inside.

Rushing as always
no time to drink it in,
to lie in summer grass
joining the dots
into fat cats
or shopping trolleys.

Don’t look up,
look it up!
Encyclopædia,
Internet;
someone has done it,
joined bear and plough,
expert opinions
to plunder,
amaze the pundits,
look clever.

Cleverer I think,
sometimes,
to lie in summer grass
and puzzle it out
for yourself.