Look up,
through the glass bricks
in the roof of the hallway
beyond the nurse’s station of the
psyche ward.
Look up,
you stand there not moving
staring away from the light coming
from the day outside
what are you trying to see?
or remember?
You say
it’s natural to look down
when you’re depressed,
though you’re not lost
there is a part of you straining
for the light, like a flower
in the rain.
Look up my friend,
don’t stop at the ceiling see
Cumulus clouds change in formations,
like them these insights come and go;
look up now and see!
