The sky is a blue page
on which a child has drawn.
How confident the lines it makes!
How confident the form!
“A confidence born of ignorance,”
sighs the learned man.
“A confidence born of innocence,”
replies the mystic one.
And so my voice bats back and forth…
And thus are the battle lines drawn…
All unconcerned the working child,
takes again the plain white chalk,
another masterpiece in mind…