Question Mark ?
*I often sit watching the clouds change into different shapes. I wrote this poem this morning after a few minutes of meditation.
I looked up at the sky this morning
mindful of its enormity
yet so serene
Breathed in and out
Then a white-grayish cloud framed in lavender
morphed into a question mark
it spread across the sky
and asked me,
“When is it that all of you will learn to love each other?”
The cloud stretched
until it became an endless line,
Now we need to fill in the blank.