Surely you saw it, too, the sky.
It was there all day. Blue and bluer
and sometimes clouds, big clouds,
giant white ones that shifted
from horse to accordion to rocketship.
You saw different things, I am sure,
could label them anchor, racket, tree.
Things change seems to be the lesson,
or perhaps it was something about perspective,
though isn’t it just like the mind
to look for a lesson.