I parted the curtains. Sky struck me with bruising
hues, flowed chaotically, formed amazing maze
with no exit…
The light waned from time to time.
Migrating pouty clouds slided annoyingly
back and forth.
Head started spinning. No balance…
Lied down. Closed eyes.
But still seeing them…
What the challenge
to keep the balance,
even for weather…
Sun’s golden ray in disgust reached the curtain,
hiding ironical smile: soon wadded blessing
will be released for good.
Three Word Wednesday