may the skies be

It was dark this morning when I began my work. I wasn't looking up; I was looking inward. Traveling the curve of time toward my childhood.

Toward this memoir I am making.

I needed proof of something after a while. A box where memories are kept. And so, still not looking up, still only looking in, I left one room for the other.

My eyes adjusted to present time. My words to present tense.

July 3rd. Four-thirty A.M. May the violence cease. May the skies be all the color we need. May the skies unite us.