Preoccupied Sky.

I opened all of the blinds,

wide, to afford the greatest

view of mid-morning sky.

Clouds and confusion,

morning and afternoon,

summer and fall.

I just stood there,

watched it for awhile.

A kid I'd met once or twice 

came by to discuss philosophy.

I told him, See me next week.

Perhaps I'll have more time.

Besides, I'm preoccupied 

by this sky, split wide open.

First Sentence.

And that was the moment 

I found the first sentence 

of my next story 

on a beat ramp in a skatepark 

just outside of Boston.