I sit staring
Out the same window
For hours on end.
At the puffy white clouds
Entering the scene stage right
And exiting stage left.
Each new one is unlike any other
That has passed by before it.
Maybe it’s their size, or their shape,
Or perhaps it’s their color.
Regardless, they are mounted
On a beautiful sky
That is as unpredictable as they are.
Always a blue sky,
But seemingly changing colors
As the days go by.
Ranging from the lightest of shades
To the darkest of tones.
Whether it is early morning,
Mid afternoon, or late at night,
The same sky is there,
That has been gazed upon
For centuries before
And will continue to be
For generations to come.

                        B.A.D.