The Sky Outside Today

Today the sky was strange, the quality of light
Changed. As if a lightbulb replaced threw off
More yellow than white. A bright yellow, different
From the warm light of the sun, different
From the orange of streetlights in the brown city night
Sky, as if it weren't outside, but the dome
Covering the stadium was different
Fluorescent bright in the operating theatre
Sad taupe walls peeling in school halls
And along the mental ward. The sound, pealing
And unheard in the fog that rolls along,
Mountains of mist, clouds that walk the Earth
Filtering the sun to this strange yellow.
I will forget it tomorrow, perhaps it will be the same
But I will have become used to it perhaps, or not
But likely it will change into something I have seen before
Although I cannot see the future, I see it new each day.