The Sky is My Garden (Part III)

The sky is my garden.

Though I have neither planted nor tended the horizons,

all my colors grow there.

I give some of these colors my own names.

The deep yellow I call “yesterday’s child.”

A red I have named “root of flame.”

I am comforted because the sky is always pressed against me.

At night, either clouds pull over me like a blanket

or stars slowly swirl above, glittering.

Posted today are photographs captured of the sky immediately surrounding my house.

July 13, 2019

July 28, 2019 (North Hills Fire)

November 9, 2019

November 11, 2019

—Mitchell Hegman