I have memories of the sky
from mostly 3 o'clock a.m.
telescopic events, meteors
and moonful nights
I have memories of the sky
held by my father, long dead
and the smell of whiskey,
names of constellations,
thunderstorms on the porch
and looking for acorns in rain
I have memories of the sky
from our dawn's early light
to every afternoon's dying dusk,
the backyard fire pit crackling
Billions of birds singing
and not even ornithologists know
if they are asking for directions,
another bird to join in bird bliss
or if birds are shouting the refrain
I have memories of the sky
thanks to e for pointing to the empty title