Sky Sculptor

Who is the sculptor up in the sky?

so undecided on his task

with fleeting marble bubbles  

sculpts the ever changing clouds

now a bearded sage

now angel wings widespread

now the shape of my dead dog

Then giving up his task  

blows away his marble—Smokey

into a vault like the gate of heaven

and I change my expression –solemn

like I know something of God

the sun peer out brightly

hot on my face

and I get up seeking some shade.