REACHING FOR THE SKY

Am I reaching for the sky, when ink flows from my pen

to weave magical words in a new creation,

Am I reaching for the sky, when I touch the number ten

In my climb of the work ladder now and then,

Am I reaching for the sky, when I seek peace among'st men

in this complex world of peaks and glen,

I raise my hand to the heavens in quest of zen

seeking answers probably beyond my ken.