The Sky is still Open.

The sky is still open.
I'm telling myself that.

He started a new work and it
put us back in to the old methods.
Of communication and managing.

But I tell myself
the sky is still open
those waves in the air
I see in my head.

The ones I used to dive in
without a care, with teeth
flashing
with jaws clapping.
The ones I watch from a gray distance now

slightly afraid to
venture back in to that coloured, dappled light
wind against my skin
seemingly content to watch from afar
while
dipping the tip of a finger back in now and then.

Glimmers of what used to be
laughing, flashing teeth
in the hazy glare of a late sun.
Caught in timid lenses shared
on media only rarely now.

The sky is still open.
I'll try again sometime
I tell myself.

I hope I can follow those words someday
again.