Today's prompt is to write a poem constructed of single, declarative sentences until the final line which should be a question.
Here's what I've come up with.
Wishing on thin air
The sky is not an eye.
The sky is just blue air.
The thick atmosphere presses upon us.
We walk beneath it unknowing.
I have not loved and lost you.
I did not love you at all.
You were staring at the blue sky.
I read a book.
There are clouds scattered like cushions.
The sky is not our couch.
We do not sit like gods on high.
We wait in ignorant longing.
We spin so fast we can't even feel it
and the sky seems to be blue.
Do you close your eyes against the bright sky
when you make a wish?