About how the sky sometimes feels like the dome of a snow globe, and how as inhabitants of the dome we cannot comprehend the beauty that extends beyond the sky we see…
Dome, oh master,
Why glaze my gaze?
I cannot see beyond, digress,
No far objects of interest,
Cosmic darling, dear temptress,
Will you set me free?
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)