For the sky, from The Right Madness on Skye. Each day, the world is a completely different world, changed, as it is every day, by the people who are lost that day and by those who are born; the sky, in its never-exactly-the-sameness, teaches and reteaches this. Its singular fingerprint lives its whole swirling life in a day.
from The Clouds of Uig / by Richard Hugo
They never slow down and they never run out.
When one sky leaves, taking with it the rain
that couldn’t make anyone wet or leave grass
dry very long, another sky follows close behind