We forget about the spaciousness above the clouds but it's up there. The sun's up there too. When words we hear don't fit the day, when we worry what we did or didn't do what if we close our eyes, say any word we love that makes us feel calm, slip it into the atmosphere and rise? Creamy miles of quiet. Giant swoop of blue.
Poetry by Naomi Shihab Nye, “Over the Weather”, from How to Love the World: Poems of Gratitude and Hope, Edited by James Crews