A good friend wrote back, after reading this poem . She asked "What is your idea of an equal sky"?
this is what I wrote back -
a sky that all can look at
gasp at the colors
it reveals at dawn
marvel at the colors
it displays at dusk
a daily reminder of its
partnership
with that great artist called nature
the sky a canvas
bespoke to each beholder
a sky that allows
someone to find words
hidden in the stars it shelters
and that immortal verse
etched across the moon
waxing and waning
testing patience
teasing ability
staying just beyond
the poet's grasp
a sky that cradles hope
in a tern finding
its way home
and providing joy for a child
as it nestles the kite she holds
a sky not owned by any one
a sky that belongs to every one