Sometimes I sit
with my back pressed
against a wall of sky,
until the winds shift
and the clouds pass by.
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Poem, Wall of Sky by Mary O’Connor, originally published in Dreams of a Wingless Child © 2007 Wheatmark, Tuscon, Ariz. © 2007. Photo, Charles W. Morgan whaling ship docked in New London, CT, by Jan Logozzo © 2014.
Life Is Full of Sweet Spots 
I just hope the man in the rigging remembers where he is and doesn’t lean back too far . . . !
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I like sailing-ships, but I’d never want to be up there.
Have a great day,
Pit
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You won’t catch me there, either!
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Love the poem – makes me want to look up! LOL
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