Why does the wide sky
With shifting clouds and colors
Make me long for more than this?
There’s something in it
That reminds me I’m not all;
It’s fine I don’t have answers.
(This poetry form is called a “mondo.” Basically it’s two stanzas with a 5-7-7 syllable pattern in each. The first stanza asks a question that the second answers, and it needs to be related to something seen in nature. Today’s prompt, Numinous/Thin Spaces refers to those places where the space between the mundane and the sacred seems thin, or thins. I think the sky always does that for me.)
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