THE BROKEN SKY

One warm evening
the sky was suddenly broken.
There was a crash
and a shout from friends
afraid of being separated,
and then the pieces
of the precious sky
descended upon our simple lives,
our lives that shine
at every compliment,
that sing whenever someone loves us.
We stood outside
and saw the shards of the sky
settling in the trees
like invitations to happiness,
like calls to stop struggling
and just see.
There was sky in the streets
and sky in the pockets of friends.
We came home to our families
with specks of blue
and grains of gold in our hands.