blackhawk

I’m wearing an old blackhawks jersey.
My wife told me not to wear it to work
b/c she says I look like an altar boy in it.

“That’s the ugliest shirt I’ve ever seen,”
She told me.

In Kansas you can see for miles
b/c it’s flat
and there are no trees,
and you can imagine your line
of sight
traveling all the way around
the planet
and getting back to you.

Not only that,
But you look up
At all that blue sky
And you know
That it just keeps on going
Forever,
Nothingness,
Emptiness,
Forever.

So in the grand scheme of things
I decided
It doesn’t matter if this shirt is ugly;
I like it
And I’m wearing it anyway.