I have done my bit of staring at the sky
hoping for a miracle, a sign to know you care.
I only see much H 2 O in grotesque fantastic shapes,
soft sculptures of fast ageing, slowly moving lions,
marble goddesses and smiling faces everywhere,
and this is all I need: cotton water clouds
in front of aqua blue eternity. They move
without a trace and leave my mind, taking
my thoughts, committing kindest larceny.
I learnt a new word 🙂