Yellow sky

Like a long bowl of glass
the sky bears down on open seas.
The sun with its glaring yellow mass
hovers above, untouched by the breeze.

The sky is open and forever wide,
no ocean can with its expanse compete.
And we never see the other side,
as restricted as our view must be.

We feel the sky above far or low,
close to the touch when clouds disperse.
But then the distance of stars does show
the unbelievable universe.