Stories We tell

Looking at the Sky Exercise: Write a poem about looking at the sky or one in which looking at the sky plays a role. 

It isn't really blue, you know 

- the sky - 

it's all done with atmosphere,

smoke and mirrors magic.

The sun's

white light is scattered,

absorbed by gas molecules and 

radiated in different directions.

And white light, you know, is 

really Roy G Biv.

Our eyes constantly perceive 

one thing as another,

seeing blue sky

where light bounces off

matter. But what matters

is that beneath the fiction

we tell ourselves 

- the sky is blue, the horizon exists -

we know the truth

and stick to our stories anyhow.