Reaching For Me

I saw a hand
in the sky today
Powerful and strong
Open and inviting

Formed from clouds
while holding clouds
Its blue-gray edges
Lined in bright sunlight

I imagine sitting
safe in its palm
Reclining, at least
for a moment

No worries of
Hatred or war
Sickness or death-
Not ignoring

Only briefly resting
Cradled in the hand
I cannot fully understand
Believing it is there, reaching