Inner Workings discussion

Sky like a Flemish painting

It’s the clouds, so full and the blue.
I want to take a picture, keep it somehow.
The bruising reminds me of the past;
Paintings I saw on a tour, things I read,
Or thought I read. Things I know
Or want to know. The sky neither an opening nor
enclosure by itself, a thing. I draw conclusions.

There are three things, at least.
The sky itself, me, the things I think about.

I like that Matt.