three-minute free write

Some days I look up into the charcoal sky
And see little whisps of white like
Streaks of milk painted by a feather
(closely, only when you look very closely)
Connecting stars and spaces, matter and emptiness.
Some days when I look around me, I see rays of sun
Peeking through the cracks in arms, the distances between people, dogs, telephone poles, cars, trains, grass blades,
Shining across state and city borders, raining on religions and on both sides of war.
Sun and sky, earth and out, we're all
in this togetherness together.
(closely, only when you look very closely)