Skylight

by Lynette Carlock

The graffiti I saw on the path is left
Untounched for the walking wounded
Scribbled like hope it says
Live your life

The words painted a skylight above
The whole neighborhood by someone
Who doesn't live here
Someone saved it to save you

He guides the birds to their nest
Talks to the rush of traffic
Points to the sky and says
Mother earth is your pillow
She would want you to be yourself