Limbo in the Sky

 

A droplet greets its kin,

On that silken surface,

Dark and blue,

Coming over, echo-relayed,

Broken now,

In unrest; aggrieved.

 

Landing from its leaf-jump,

Smashing a preconceived

Image into pieces,

As if he were laughing at us.

Educating, in the might

Of the small.

 

It grazes our legs,

That are here without permission,

In the lulled dwelling of

Reversion, where headlong soldiers

Go to war, in search of their place

Among the lake.

 

In defiance, indefinition,

Their want outweighing ours,

Of yearning for the sky

Devoid of heat, or lack of air,

How truly foolish we are,

Searching for answers.

 

Playful clouds, above, below,

What a sight, luring in,

Further down, to the shade

In a garnished shape we can't see past,

To define our question,

And feel it through.

 

I'll wait a while,

For the tiring of soldiers

And their home to quiet,

Whatever must, will I do,

To sit here, staring at them,

And they haven't moved.