It drifts across the morning sky,
washed up by the waves
carried on the wings of a jay
resting on the horizon on dawn and dusk
It drifts across calm,
inner peace it inspires
not evident it may seem at first
but it’s always there inside
This calm is an illusion,
on the stormy seas
a boat, a ship all clinging,
on the rolling waves
Above the waves are splotches
white on blue,
the sky many tried to conquer,
but many failed to do
It appears calm but also wild,
inspires emotions that ease
it lies above and below,
those who wish to conquer it.
And every day it sits on a lapis,
it drifts with the morning fog
smiles with blueberries
then slowly fades to calm