My friends James and Susan recently flew to Costa Rica for a long awaited vacation. James is an excellent photographer and while I enjoyed his Costa Rica photos (they reminded me of our trip last summer), I took a special interest in the photo he took while flying home. He wrote, “Over the Gulf of Mexico, somewhere.” It’s the somewhere I want to play around with.
One can’t help but think of the song “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” This photo muses me with “Somewhere over the sky.”
Somewhere
where space meets clouds
our wishes shine in ambient light.
Margaret Simon, draft
Take a moment and write a small verse to welcome summer, the sun, the warmth of summer. Leave your small poem in the comments and respond to others with comforting encouragement. Thanks for being here beside me.
Reflections on the Teche 
I’m always taken in by clouds and wishes, Margaret 💕
sky’s own ebb and flow
horizon beckons
give me your tired, your poor
your longing to be free
@draft, Patricia J Franz
“your longing to be free” – yes.
the first line, Patricia. I never thought of the sky having an ebb & flow.
I love the nod to immigrants and the idea of welcome that comes with the horizon.
First, I need to apologize because my blog keeps knocking out your comments for some reason. Love the beckoning of the sky.
Sunday afternoon
Sumbrowros kits in a golden brezzs
Fill my heart with jumping been-memories
As morocs luldyes fell my jeipy ears on a Sunday afternoon
I like “jumping-bean memories”
there is a playfulness I feel – “sumbrowros…”
would love to hear more about the language sounds that I’m forming in my mouth 🙂
“Jumping bean memories” is a fantastic image!
I took your idea of “somewhere” Margaret.
Somewhere
a golden opportunity awaits
to touch the clouds
I like how your “golden” words match the gold of the photo, Rose.
Whenever I fly, I “touch the clouds”
🙂
I appreciate the way you play with the idea of somewhere, how opportunity becomes a physical thing.
Love “our wishes shine,” Margaret.
Remember
Above the clouds the sun
Shines.
Rise.
Jane Heitman Healy, draft
Thanks for your comment, Jane. I love the reminder of your poem. “Rise” says it all
Thanks, Rose. I have to remind myself sometimes.
Very powerful final line. No coaxing. We can do hard things.
Not only can–must. Thanks, Patricia.
I notice the two verbs at the end, each followed by a period & how I read them as related to each other and also as almost alternative endings to the poem.
You got it, Amanda. Thanks.
Thanks for the hopefulness of rise.
Hoping you can rise today, Margaret, above the heavy cares and concerns.
I saw this when I arrived at school this morning, after a smoke-filled drive. The first thing I thought I saw was an aerial photo of the forest fires that have upended our days up here.
When your world is on fire
even beauty
looks like flames.
Oooh! Pardon the pun, Amanda, but this is hot!
Wow…isn’t that an incredible insight…I am thinking of things going on in my own life right now that feel like a fire/beauty/flames
I’ve been reading about the fires. That short verse is so profound.