As One Poem by Michael J Keeley

so many skies in one
glorious white surrounded by gold
shooting swords, across the eyes

inconsistent, almost translucent, puffs of smoke
encompass the more definite scrapes of brilliance
backing into an ashen blanket

while low hugging darkness holds
behind the thinning trees, east
opposite the path of day's slow fall

at the end of his uncle's garden
on thin white-wall tyres, the gentle rocking
of the Silver Cross lulls the infant to sleep

deeper azure intensifying
covering half the heavens now
a peak of distinct, climatic, hues

an autumn stand-off, remembered well
ambient warmth caressing forehead and cheeks
and so another anniversary approaches

to his mum, he sends so much love
she, as all women do, risked all
gave of their body, to create life, his life

so many skies in one
glorious rain held within the foreboding grey
the storm will come soon, or pass on

the infant grown to a man, a father
the mother blossomed to a grandmother
today a new child slumbers in the fresh warm breeze

her eyes as deep sapphire blue as the sky
fingers curled ever so slightly tight
we are so many lives as one