blue skies lie -- a poem-ish

 

I finally figured out why, besides the incessant

heat they oftentimes bring,

I despise blue skies.

It’s because blue skies lie.

Think about it. The sky isn't blue. It’s just the black of space.

That’s a trick of perception,

the dance of water and light and atmosphere.

I don’t like being tricked.

That’s why I turn to cloudy days and the nighttime sky.

Because they're honest.

Well, mostly.

There are always secrets then, aren't there?