Notes From the Sky

Up above the world, so high, in a drop of blue. I spy flecks of white squares, human remnants, like dust particles waiting to be swept. A halo sits where Earth and sky meet, the horizon a haze; it is infinity. I recall a quote written by Seneca in his letter to Lucilius. It goes like this. Live in this belief: I am not born for any one corner of the universe; this whole world is my country. Breathe. Live this life.