It eluded me.
Against the wide sky, not much to marvel over, it appeared.
Had the whole place to itself.
I turned in hopes to see the darkly colored shape, small against wide pale sky.
Sky so big and vague, so nondescript I found nothing in my hoping to see.
Again, I look up and it’s here then gone and my gaze meets nothing but
the sky, a clean slate, a fresh canvas.
The clouds stretched and barely visible
Had God used an eraser in haste, left some chalk marks in the sky?
Cooler weather for the weekend, I heard.
Starting fresh and clean after frantic mixed with melancholy and busy.
I welcome them,
The days of mercy after long wait