Why Do You Write So Many Poems About The Sky?

Two Days Ago The Sky Was Falling... ...yesterday, it was on fire, and today it was pale blue like the color of a seashell's interior; and, if such a seashell doesn't exist....it should! Wow, I was talking to my pal Chet Thoreau tonight, and he brought up Albert Einstein, and, you know, how eccentric Einstein was in respect to his clothes, because, see, Einstein didn't want to waste thought on such stupid issues. I feel you Einie! Well, Albert Einstein was, of course, a genius, and, in addition to his scientific brilliance, Dr. Einstein also had a wonderful philosophy (weltanschauung... chalk up a couple pretentious points, but, it really is a good word...) At any rate, who else would say something like this? "There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." - Albert Einstein (1879-1955) And, this is quite apropos to the sky, and how it's falling one day, on fire the next, and the color of a seashell's interior today. I don't know what it is about out here. I don't know what it is about my job, and I don't know why every time I'm leaving work at about 4 to 6 on my day shift days, I don't know why, but somebody tell me why I feel like I'm seeing the sky for the first time every time. I mean....somebody tell me why. I mean... plenty of people are like, "Kemal, why do you write so many poems about the sky?" Well, that's the way it is. But, what is it about out here? I can't figure it out. If you find this interesting, please take a moment to visit an Creative Memories Forum.