I look up and there it is. The sky.
Just like before.
Just like all my other days.
And though it seems like nothing much has changed…
Everything is different.
Because now… I can finally see the sky.
Oh, heavens, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? The sky.
And now that I’ve finally seen it, I know.
It’s never been just the sky, has it?
It’s always been a feeling.
It’s always been a home.
A rolling, tumbling, shining one.
Thank goodness I can finally see the sky.
I don’t know if I’ll always see the sky like this.
With eyes that connect me to it— and it to me.
And, actually, I don’t know if that really matters.
Because, right now, at this moment…
I see it, I feel it, I know it.
Finally, I can see the sky.
And finally, I can see my place beneath it.