Today I extracted three conjoined pieces from the center of a cloud and replaced them with three identically conjoined but differently hued pieces that seem to make the cloud now what it should have been, but only almost was. I found two more pieces of "bad sky" and replaced them with "good sky." Then I found a piece I had been looking for for months, languishing placidly in the embrace of a distant sky formation far from its true home. It makes me worry-- what if God were color blind? or...?
nothing so disturbs
as to scan the heavens
and find
five distinct pieces
of bad sky
