Can you see it?
Beyond the porchlights, lit. Beyond the sidewalks. With dog-walkers paused; absent-minded commuters, half-thinking about work, half-wishing they weren’t; stoop-sitters observing it all.
Beyond the bright kitchens with water boiled and vegetables chopped. Love meant in the dice. Warmth meant in the preparation. Beyond the days’ wear thrown on a dark bed, shoes tossed aside, used and forgotten.
Can you see it?
Beyond the clouds, turned by twilight to orange and gold.
It is beyond that.
There, the clouds have not yet turned into imagination. The Sun has not yet set. The day has not yet ended. The sky is a beautiful blue, A Beautiful Blue!
It is beyond that where tomorrow is a thousand things.
