I saw a dense cloud, a line,
A linear one, following a focused direction,
A straight extended one, ending in front of my eyes,
Into cloud apparently their ocean,
Scattering into this sea was our focused,
Cloud line,
Its start seemed broken,
Broken, from some smooth beginning,
Randomly staying there,
Out of nowhere, on its own,

As I got closer by,
I saw a seemingly beautiful,
Smooth onset, yes dispersed,
But if you would look closely,
You would see a smooth connection,
Among these lost stretches,
Directionless clouds pieces,
Given our focused cloud,
A start,
A possible start,

As I moved ahead towards the cloud,
I saw sun rays,
Disbursing into our focused cloud,
Along with wind,
Redirecting it, possibly distracting it from moving ahead,
Or, I assumed at the time,

Slowly the way through,
I realized another possibility,
Of clouds and their way ahead just evolving,
In a direction along with the breeze,
With sun rays reflecting through,
Forming a new path,
A new pattern,
Seemingly a whole different sky,
Glittered with tomato-red dawn,
Clouds shadows and their unique design,

But just a while later,
I looked up at this wholly new,
directionless, beautifully composed cloud,
But with the sun already set,
And moon peeping in between,
I saw all of it,
the sky,
All clouds moving into a single ocean,
Of ambiguity and no independent existence,

Maybe because in the end, it did not even matter,
Our wholly unique cloud,
Will just lay there in this sky,
With no distinction of their own,
No light, dark patches,
Like sky’s own!