Whither sail the clouds

pristine white against the blue

loftiness  in the skies

sailing across with the winds

oh, so magnificent a sight!

Arching, twisting, twirling

more than a handful of fluffiness up there.

The sun does his bit

turning on the light

from behind to perfect the glow

Ethereal, the sight

the joy, so immense.

Have the skies been so always?

or is it just me

crisscrossing from cubicles to cubicles!

A honking at the back

and I rushed to race

to another cubicle.