On the flatland on the western coast where the wind
blows unhindered by mountains and forest, I think for
the first I saw how limitless the sky was.
I was by a milk ram, waiting for the driver from the local
diary to pick up the two milk churns I had brought.
This was long ago and if the driver had a puncture the milk
might turn sour and only fit for animals. Even though I was
young the sky instilled in me an understanding- a forgiving
nature of man-basically we all want the same a clean sky
free of hate and racism, because every morning wherever
you are we see the same sky, sometimes bright and at times
dark but it is always including.