Blown Away

by Joan McNerney

I'm gonna have lunch with

the sky. It's been way too

long since we got together.

I'll run downstairs through

hallways into bursts of blue.

Perhaps never return to work,

words, paper clips, bookshelves.

Who needs cash when there's

so much green grass to hoard?

Forget about food. I’ll drink up

sunshine, nibbling juicy clouds.

O sky, you are my solar mate.

We will be faithful always.

Come home now...I will

never look at another.