Empty firmament

The sky hung low

and a stubborn grey

As if to reflect

the mood of the day

If I wished I could

touch it

Just with a little jump

or a stance tiptoed

But I had enough

on my plate

to bother about

reaching the skies

or dwarfing the clouds

I had horizons

drawn already

deadsure, decided

how to feel

the rest of my days

Would you blame me

for finding

the heavens

emptied of hues

other than blue,

or shades of grey?