Sky Poking

                      

By any chance,
are you one of those people who tilt your head back but not to check if it was raining?

By any chance,
are you one of those people who look up at the space above us that some people call the sky, and others call canvas, and see things you never expect to see?

By any chance,
are you one of those people who observe and make out shapes out of clouds or birds, or dust of stars? Not to fill your boredom, but because you want to?

By any chance,
are you one of those people, who only need a moment or glance, to see a millennia into the past or the future, among the vast open space above your noggin?

By any chance,
are you one of those people who feel a connection through your being and existence, when you see the colours gradually changing in the place where the stars and the clouds live?

By any chance,
could it be that you and I share an indescribable pleasure in the luxury of sky-watching?

By any chance at all,
could it be that you are one of those people?

Because I think, it just might be, that you are.
And probably, I am too.