High in the sky
we fly
watching
cotton-ball clouds spread over the bubble of life,
snake-like rivers and streams slithering over the world and
quilted patches of colour sewn together to the edging.
High in the sky
we fly
feeling
light as a feather drifting to some unknown spot,
lost in the fog free from worldly worries and yet
so small and alone from those things close to my heart.
