lying in the hot sun today watching the clouds run away thought a little while about you the sky was a petrifying blue and while the geese flew past for no reason at all i let the sky fall this is an empty country and i am the king and i should not be allowed to touch anything i picked myself up off the ground shook the grass from my hair and i walked around felt the warm sun in my eye strangers were passing by i shimmied up the black walnut tree let the hard blue sky fall right through me and i saw the sad young cardinals trying to sing and i should not be allowed to touch anything 