It was the kind of sky
you talk about with cashiers
and strangers filling up with gas
a floating carpet of purple
with the sun at the edge
dunking the mountains in yellow
an impossible sky
like some kindergarten craft
made with cotton balls and scissors
and gobs of paint
a perfect sky
for a day so taut with moods
I could have laid down
and watched it
for a long time
that everything sky
turning a threat
into a promise.