Cloud Lines

It was a strange day.

Serene, quiet and eloquent  

The kite in my backyard

Was restless

Or so it appeared

It kept circling

Not bothered about all the loud crows that sounded scared.

It was looking

For something…

The lines that the clouds had drawn across the sky

Were neatly laid out

A little Too neatly I thought.

And everywhere …

I felt like I was in a game,

a cosmic game

But I didn’t know the rules

The lines

They looked like someone had thrown a bucket of cloud lines

across the brilliant blue sky;

And called out a pattern

And now

It was my turn.

I stand there looking up at the sky
Oblivious to the cacophony of the traffic on the road
And watch the cloud lines shift

Ever so slowly..

But the pattern is still intact

I feel like I am being asked to write something

on those lines

Pun not intended.

I am confused.

Suspending conclusion, thankfully.

And curious

And excited to read what I will write

And what will be the universe’ next move

I walk ahead

With a faint smile

Empty headed, almost

Light hearted

And

Sure footed.

Rhea