Clouds of gray and white,
Shadow and light,
Like atomic plumes flung skyward,
Kiss the blue and drape the peaks,
And still I ask, "Is this the same sky?"
A blazing morning sun drenches
Scented sage and pine.
A still, azure plain stretches flat and clear
Above Inyo Mountains and high desert valleys.
In my eyes, "Is this still the same sky?"
Can anyone say:
Before the Spanish missionaries;
Before the buffalo and grizzly bears;
Before the rush to riches and water wars;
Before Muir and Adams;
Before asphalt ribbons and all-terrain...
"Is this the same sky?"
Barbara L. Steinberg
Tom’s Place, CA
July 27, 2003