Ethereal Physics

When you reach for the sky

You don't use your hands.

The tangible side

Of the heavenly realm

Is not beckoned at your command.

Like a lizard that basks

In the warm sun's rays,

You won't get any closer

While it's fixed in your gaze.

Instead when you trust it

To exist in your blindness

It will slowly approach

To consider your kindness.

So when grasping at straws,

At luck, at sky, at air,

Your hands won't find

Any kind of success there.

Your efforts won't divine

Any legacy to share.

Where you stare, then,

You might pause;

Close your eyes

And hold your applause.

Let your mind find its blindness,

Your heart spread wide its wings.

Through your soul and divineness

Touch just what the sky brings.