a small but thick white cloud
bursts into the big blue
boardroom in
the sky
i’ve looked up for respite,
an attempt to meditate
all of life’s distractions
away
that one cloud slides
across the invisible
long mahogany
table
until it vanishes,
like the rest of
the conference
room in the sky
and i assess the
success (or failure)
of my endeavor,
highly critical
until i finally
shrug it off
and think
of time
spent or
wasted
and then
i get back to
my various
unhealthy
obsessions and
transgressions
