Just Above

I look to a sky
once hedged by clouds;
yesterday a ceiling,
today a threshold.
I have been above them--
not wrapped in steel,
but only in sky.
There I saw a field
whose crop yielded
unending whiteness.
I know a drop of eternity
everytime I, land bound,
look to a sky of blue and white.
We share a knowing smile,
the sun and I, then go
about our business
with light in our steps,
confident that forever
isn't so far away--
it's only just above the clouds.

Kelly Bowron
9/7/04