REALITY?: The Sky

It isn’t the Catholic background that has me looking to the sky for answers, I don’t think. It’s not the heavens where I seek the ones I’ve loved and lost it seems not so long ago. To God, I guess, I’ve always screamed up at the sky. But to these mortal beings, I address my messages to the wide expanse of space, feeling at the same time that they are not out there, but living new lives of their own somewhere, perhaps in China. I think maybe it’s just the separation from my little space right here, which is the only spot where I’m pretty sure they aren’t. But space of distance and the space of time are the same, or have the same effect at any rate. Out of sight, in the mind.